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By  JOSEPH  P.  BARTRUM. 


DESIGNED    CHIEFLY    AS 
A    SUPPLEMENT    TO    SACRED    LYRICS    IN    USE. 


BOSTON : 

RUSSELL,  ODIORNE,  AND  COMPANY. 

1  8  3  3. 


Entered,  according  to  act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1833, 

By  Charles  Folsom, 

in  the  Clerk's  office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  District  of  Massachusetts  . 


CAMBRIDGE: 

CHARLES     FOL90M,     PRINTER    TO    THE     UNIVERSITY. 


PREFACE. 


Acquainted  with  no  metrical  version  of  the  Psalms 
combining  chasteness  of  interpretation  with  an  applica- 
tion to  existing  manners,  and  sublimity  of  language-  with 
a  fitness  for  devotional  music,  I  venture  to  make  an 
offering  to  the  public,  in  the  hope  of  supplying  a  defi- 
ciency ;  or  rather  with  the  desire  to  do  so. 

The  oldest  version  of  the  Psalms  generally  known 
among  us  by  name,  is  that  of  Sternhold  and  Hopkins  ;  of 
which  it  is  sufficient  to  remark,  that  a  couple  of  stanzas 
from  a  single  psalm,  the  18th,  are  the  oft  rehearsed  memo- 
rial of  its  past  existence.  To  this  succeeded  the  version 
by  Tate  and  Brady,  still  in  use,  still  supplying  a  stanza 
here,  and  a  stanza  there,  to  fill  up  the  few  moments  allow- 
ed to  modern  lyrics  in  most  of  the  churches  that  retain  it. 
Dr.  Brown,  quoted  in  TattersalPs  edition  of  Merrick,  says 
of  this  version  all  that  can  be  said  of  it,  as  a  whole: 
"  though  not  excellent,  it  is  not.  intolerable."  In  their 
time,  the  notion  doubtless  prevailed,  that  a  metrical 
should  scarcely  be  less  close  than  a  prose  version  ;  and 
for  a  more  strict  adherence  to  the  letter,  the  late  Bishop 
Horsley  is  said  to  have  preferred  Sternhold  and  Hopkins 
to  Tate  and  Brady.  If  such  a  ground  of  preference  be 
valid,  who  does  not  see,  that  a  metrical  version  of  the 
Psalms  is,  in  itself,  a  thing  indefensible  ?  but  its  invalidity 
has  been  long  ago,  and  loudly,  decreed,  if  the  voice  of 
the  public  be  of  any  weight  in  such  a  question.  From 
specimens,  however,  too  well  known  to  need  enume- 
ration, it  will  be  universally  conceded  to  Tate  and 
Brady,  that  had  they  unyoked  themselves  from  the  letter, 
which  killeth  poetry  as  well  as  some  other  things,  they 
might  have  made  a  version  of  the  Psalms,  beautiful 
for  its  simplicity,  nor  less  attractive,  in  the  present  era, 
by  an  air  of  venerable  antiquity. 


iv  PREFACE. 

To  Tate  and  Brady  succeeded  Watts,  in  an  increas- 
ing ratio  of  excellence.  Watts  had  the  inspiration  of 
poetry  and  piety  ;  but  the  taste  of  the  religious  public 
must  have  been,  in  his  time,  still  very  low;  we  cannot 
otherwise  account  for  the  coarseness  of  diction,  the  harsh 
elisions,  and  the  general  negligence,  which  many  of 
his  effusions  exhibit.  Watts,  too,  was  bound  by  the 
letter  ;  and  has  comprehended  in  his  version  parts  of  the 
Psalms,  which,  shaped  into  metre,  continue  to  make  a 
waste  of  paper  and  printing  ;  for  rarely,  if  ever,  are  they 
used  in  public  worship  He  has  also  exposed  himself  to 
an  opposite  charge  ;  where  he  abandons  the  letter,  his 
interpretations  are  often  in  a  stile  of  accommodation, 
only  to  be  defended  under  that  title  of  imitation  which 
he  has  adopted;  an  imitation,  however,  at  times,  not  a 
little  dissonant  from  the  original,  and  seldom  productive 
of  advantage,  that  would  not  better  be  supplied  by  an- 
other branch  of  sacred  poetry.  Yet,  be  it  remembered, 
this  is  the  observation  of  one,  who  would  esteem  it  an 
honor  to  sit  at  the  feet  of  Watts,  the  poet,  long  the  only 
poet,  of  our  Israel,  many  of  whose  sacred  odes  will  be 
lasting  as  the  language  itself;  of  Watts,  the  philosopher, 
and  the  devoted  servant  of  truth.  Let  him,  that  would 
judge  of  the  merit  of  that  sacred  lyrist,  transport  him- 
self to  the  times,  when  Sternhold  and  Hopkins,  and  the 
Scotch  paraphrasts,  when  Tate  and  Brady,  at  the  best, 
supplied  the  song  to  the  churches  of  the  living  God  ; 
Watts  will  then  stand  in  his  just  preeminence,  as  an 
improver  of  the  poetry  and  the  spirituality  of  our  lyric 
service,  to  a  degree,  which  none  that  shall  follow  him 
will  ever  equal. 

Merrick  followed  next;  in  him  were  united  the  sub- 
limity of  the  poet,  the  refinement  of  modern  taste,  and 
the  fidelity  of  the  translator  ;  and  to  this  last  quality  it  is 
owing,  that  he  has  failed  to  make,  what  indeed  he  ex- 
pressly disavows  any  intention  of  making,  a  version  of 
the  Psalms  fitted  for  general  use.  His  argument  appears 
a  singular  one  in  our  day ;  he  could  not  abandon  the 
laws  and  language  of  poetry,  to  make  a  version  that 
would  be  agreeable  and  useful  in  public  worship.  How 
exceedingly  mistaken  he  was  in  his  estimate  of  the  pub- 
lic taste,  we  have  a  convincing  proof,  in  the  constant  in- 


PREFACE.  v 

sertion  of  many  of  his  beautiful  lines,  in  every  selection 
of  religious  poetry  made  for  the  service  of  the  temple. 
In  a  word,  had  Merrick  narrated  less,  infusing  only  the 
religious  sentiment  conveyed  by  narrative  and  ritual  in- 
to his  translations  :  had  he  generally  condensed  the  lan- 
guage of  the  Psalmist,  and  modernized,  to  a  degree,  its 
application;  we  should  now  possess  a  version  of  the 
Psalms  never  to  become  obsolete,  but  with  the  language 
in  which  lie  wrote.  But  he  has  rendered  the  Hebrew 
poet  into  English,  as  Dryden  and  Pope  have  rendered 
classics  of  the  Latins  and  Greeks;  few.  consequently,  or 
none  will  be  at  the  pains  of  looking  into  a  metrical  version, 
for  renderings,  necessarily  If^s  accurate,  often  less 
beautiful,  than  in  the  measured  prose  of  king  James's 
translators,  of  Horsley,  and  of  Noyes. 

Other  versions,  in  whole  or  in  part,  have  been  made 
since  Merrick's;  an  entire  one,  not  less  open  to  objec- 
tion than  some  others,  occasionally  elevated,  often  in- 
tolerably pitiful,  I  had  seen  long  before  it  occurred  to 
me  to  make  the  present  attempt;  but  I  have  neither 
possessed,  nor  seen,  any  subsequent  to  Merrick's,  since  I 
be^ an  my  undertaking.  Single  pieces  from  others  have 
occasionally  passed  under  my  eye ;  but  with  the  ex- 
ceptions now  made,  I  am  an  entire  stranger  to  all  the 
later  versions.  A  few  phrases,  indelibly  engraved  on 
memory,  will  supply  the  only  traces  of  a  conformity  of 
expression  between  myself  and  others.  Similar  ideas 
will,  of  co  xpected  frequently,  and  necessarily, 

to  occur  ;  but  differently,  alas !  they  may  be  found  least 
becomingly,  habited. 

To  particularize  the  author's  own  views.  The  ver- 
sions chiefly  in  use,  present,  to  his  mind,  more  pieces  of 
a  prosaic,  than  of  a  poetical,  character  ;  poetic  diction 
has  been  anions  the  author's  chief  aims,  however  short 
he  may  have  fallen  of  any  preceding  exemplar.  In  every 
version,  perhaps  in  all  the  sacred  poetry,  he  has  seen, 
beside  irregularities  of  metre,  the  fruit  of  inattention, 
such  distractions  are  to  be  found  of  sentences  into  dif- 
ferent stanzas,  of  clauses  into  different  and  independent 
strains,  as  to  place  the  sense  and  the  song  not  seldom  in 
opposition  ;  he  has  sought  to  make  a  version  better  ad- 
apted to  musical  expression.  Without  disregarding  the 
a  # 


vi  PREFACE. 

letter,  he  has  given  his  principal  attention  to  the  sen- 
timent ;  in  that  sentiment,  and,  where  practicable,  in  the 
words  also  of  the  Psalmist,  aiming  to  exhibit  charac- 
ter in  its  permanent  features:  to  show  to  vice  its  un- 
changing deformity,  its  fearful  and  future  retribution  ; 
to  virtue,  its  present,  ami  its  eternal,  rewards. 

On  the  first  point  it  may  be  thought,  by  such  as  shall 
be  at  the  pains  of  looking  through  this  little  book,  that 
the  author  is  bound  at  least  to  apologize  for  the  intro- 
duction of  a  phraseology  so  different  from  that  in  which 
sacred  things  have  usually  been  exhibited.  Conscious 
as  the  author  is  of  his  inability  to  do  justice  to  the  poetic 
character  of  the  Psalms,  still  he  cannot  apologize  for 
what,  if  indefensible,  must  sternly  be  rejected.  Poetry 
has  its  appropriate  language;  and  why  should  it  be  ob- 
jected to  any  one,  that  he  has  used  the  well  understood 
language  of  poetry,  in  versifying  a  work  of  the  highest 
poetical,  as  well  as  sacred,  character  ?  Is  the  world  for 
ever  to  be  drivelling  over  its  hornbook?  Are  we  to 
have  a  sacred  and  a  secular  language,  the  latter  of 
which,  with  the  exception  of  a  few  common  places, 
shall  engross  all  there  may  be  of  the  sublime  and  the 
pathetic,  in  conversation  and  composition?  Forbid  it 
heaven!  Forbid  it.  ye  solemn  duties !  ye  sublime  re- 
wards! Foibid  it.  all  that  can  raise  man  above  the  dull 
clods  of  earth,  and  rerine  his  soul  for  celestial  inter- 
course !  Let  the  bards  of  sacred  song  be  allowed  access 
to  every  means  of  reaching  the  heart,  which  the  best 
writers  have  employed  for  a  similar  purpose  :  they  may 
then  be  simple,  yet  sublime:  poetic,  without  bombast  \ 
devotional,  without  sanctimoniousness.  Whatever  we 
may  think  of  the  sentimentality,  and  the  effrontery,  of 
more  than  one  profligate  spir'.t.  that  has  cared  to  ap- 
proach the  harp  of  Z ion,  unawed  by  its  indignai 
of — ''Procul,  0  procul  este.  profani  !  "  it  is  not  the  less 
intolerable,  that  the  high  praises  of  Jehovah  should  be 
sung  in  ditties,  not  comparable  to  some  modern  rhymes 
for  the  nursery. 

A  striking  feature  of  the  present  version  will  be  found, 
I  trust,  in  its  greater  fitness  for  musical  expression.  To 
some  indeed,  music,  to  wit,  not  their  own,  is  an  abomi- 
nation :  in  the  words  of  an  old  writer  of  this   stamp,  it 


PREFACE.  vii 

is  but  the  piping  of  brass  and  tin  tubes,  sounds  without 
sense.  Others,  approving  of  music  in  religions  services, 
would  restrict  it  to  boundaries  so  narrow,  that  the  ear, 
and  the  mind,  of  man,  formed  to  a  love  of  variety,  be- 
come wearied  with  the  never-ceasing  recurrence  of  the 
same  solemn,  and  at  length  lugubrious,  sounds.  There 
are,  undoubtedly,  kinds  of  music  altogether  unfit  for  the 
temple  of  the  Most  High  :  it  would  be  well  for  parents 
to  consider,  whether  much  of  the  music  taught  their 
daughters  at  home,  be  fit  for  a  tabernacle  of  the  righ- 
teous. If  a  taste  for  music,  as  too  truly  is  averred,  be  not 
unfrequently  the  ruin  of  the  youth  who  cultivates  it: 
let  him  exercise  his  talent  in  sacred  music  alone,  and 
we  shall  entertain  no  apprehension  of  the  result  in  his 
behalf.  Far  from  the  haunts  of  dissipation,  he  may 
rather  be  expected  to  increase  the  enjoyments  of 
home,  by  an  accomplishment  that  is  fitting  him,  in  its 
measure,  for  heaven.  But  to  induce  young  people  to 
cultivate  sacred  music,  we  must  make  it  attractive.  This 
has  often  been  done,  and  notwithstanding  all  the  denun- 
ciations of  the  sober  and  the  solemn,  will  probably  con- 
tinue to  be  done,  by  the  application  of  secular  music  to 
sacred  purposes:  and  who  will  seriously  contend,  that 
religion,  or  to  use  terms  less  abused,  that  virtue  and 
piety  have  suffered  by  it?  I  cannot  imagine  what  ra- 
tional objection  exists,  to  the  application  of  any  majestic 
or  plaintive  air,  not  associated  with  offensive  matter,  or 
where  such  association  is  generally  unknown,  to  the 
words  of  a  psalm  or  hymn.  Nay,  we  will  summon  all  the 
earth,  to  the  praise  of  the  Lord  :  and  unbelief  itself,  if 
needs  be,  shall  do  a  forced  homage  in  the  temple  it  hates. 
This  Rousseau  even  now  does  in  the  tune  called  Green- 
ville. A  more  ardent  cultivation  of  church  music,  strict- 
ly such,  will  diminish  this  need  :  and  at  length,  perhaps, 
remove  it  altogether. 

For  a  long  time  our  sacred  lyrics  were  confined  to  the 
iambic  foot,  and  to  an  exceedingly  limited  variety  of 
stanza.  The  anapestic  was  doubtless  thought  pro- 
fane ;  and  the  trochaic,  so  peculiarly  adapted  to  the  ode, 
was  neglected.  The  paucity  of  metres  limited  the  ef- 
forts of  the  composer,  and  banished  music,  delightful 
elsewhere,  from  the  precincts  of  Zion:  their  sameness 


viii  PREFACE. 

appearing  also  to  render  a  variety  of  tunes  unneces- 
sary, majestic  and  tender,  plaintive  and  cheerful,  sub- 
jects were  chanted  forth  in  the  same  key.  I  have  by 
me  a  book  of  original  hymns,  so  late  as  the  present 
century,  and  of  no  obscure  name,  in  which  the  author, 
himself  a  composer  too,  has  the  following:  "  N.  B.  The 
hymns  of  similar  measures  may  be  sung  to  the  same 
tune."  Again.  Because  four  lines  once  constituted  the 
sanctioned  length  of  a  stanza,  we  meet  with  sentences 
parcelled  out  between  two  or  more  stanzas ;  and  thus 
converted,  by  musical  recitation,  into  nonsense.  In  this 
manner,  Addison's  beautiful  pastoral,  of  a  six-line  stanza, 
has  been  seen  severed  and  quartered  ;  and  his  inimitable 
19th,  of  eight  lines,  m'»y  still  be  seen,  in  the  same  collec- 
tion, thus  torn  asunder  ;  to  suit  what?  some  prescriptive 
long  metre  tune. 

In  the  present  work,  a  strict  regularity  of  structure 
has  been  observed,  wherever  it  was  possible,  without 
sacrificing  expression,  or  injuring  the  effect  of  the  music 
itself  in  pieces  and  peculiar  airs.  In  no  instance,  that 
I  am  aware  of,  has  a  sentence  been  permitted  to  lose  it- 
self, and  its  meaning,  in  a  meander  of  two  or  more 
stanzas ;  but  when  the  case  required  it,  a  stanza  has 
been  formed  of  six  or  eight  lines  ;  nor  has  less  attention 
been  paid  to  the  relative  pauses  of  the  stanza  itself,  and 
their  correspondence  with  the  customary  pauses  of  the 
air.  Many  paraphrases  have  been  made  purposely  to 
correspond  with  the  structure  of  the  peculiar  airs  as- 
signed to  them  ;  in  others,  the  correspondence  has  been 
incidental.  The  peculiarity  of  an  air  consists  in  the 
introduction  of  rests  and  repeats  within  the  flow  of  a 
strain,  rendering  it  appropriate  only  to  words  so  arrang- 
ed, that  a  musical  enunciation  of  them  shall  not  produce 
absurd  pauses  and  a  separation  of  syllables.  Salem  is  an 
example.  The  adaptation  of  certain  odes  in  this  book 
to  the  few  pieces  mentioned,  will  be  found,  it  is  imagin- 
ed, not  less  perfect  than  that  of  their  respective  models. 

Much  has  been  written  of  late  on  the  coincidence  of 
metrical  with  musical  rhythm,  and  the  correspondence 
of  emphatic  words  and  sounds.  The  view  I  take 
of  the  subject,  after  the  experience  which  I  have  now 
had  of  it,  is  this  :    The  sacred  poet,  who  expects,  or 


PREFACE.  ix 

wishes,  that  his  stanzas  shall  he  sunjr,  should  consider, 
that  the  accented  notes  of  an  air  are  unchangeable,  as 
regards  the  composition  ;  that  to  give  full  effect  there- 
fore to  the  music,  every  stanza  of  his  ode  should  rigidly 
conform  to  the  law  of  his  verse.  This  being  recollected, 
and  no  wanton  violation  of  conformity  allowed,  let  him 
not.  in  any  case,  sacrifice  sense  to  sound,  nor  the  music 
of  an  idea  to  an  intonation  of  voice.  If  one  air  do  not 
suit  the  arrangement  of  his  words  or  syllables,  another 
may  ;  the  very  tune  to  which  he  is  composing",  if  so 
engaged,  may  be  neglected  or  forgotten  before  his  ode 
shall  be  given  to  the  public  ;  a  circumstance  which  has 
happened  to  the  author  in  repeated  instances,  as  his 
book  will  show.  Where  tunes  are  not  improperly  select- 
ed with  regard  to  sentiment,  or  the  obvious  peculiari- 
ties before  described,  the  chief  source  of  complaint,  of 
the  want  of  correspondence  between  the  psalm  and  the 
song,  will  be  found  to  be  the  just  license  of  iambic  verse  ; 
a  license  which  ought  not  to  be  abandoned  if  it  could, 
but  which  cannot  be  abandoned.  The  intervention  of 
the  dactyle,  a  thing  impossible  to  be  avoided,  and  the 
commencing*  with  a  trochee,  constitute  this  license. 
Nothing  prohibits  an  iambic  line  from  commencing  with 
an  accent  on  the  first  syllable  ;  beauty  and  emphasi3 
often  require  that  it  should  so  commence  ;  the  first 
line  especially  of  a  stanza  ;  and  it  must  be  left  to  the 
skill  of  the  composer,  and  to  the  taste  of  the  performer, 
to  vary  the  note,  or  the  time,  in  accordance  with  this 
undeniable  privilege  of  iambic  verse,  or  the  metres 
generally  known  by  the  names  of  C.  M.,  L.  M.,  and  S.  M. 
After  all,  when  tunes  are  judiciously  selected,  incon- 
gruities arising  from  this  cause  are  slight  ;  and  absolute 
remedy  there  can  be  none,  but  in  every  iambic  ode  hav- 
ing its  piece,  a  thing  neither  attainable  nor  desirable. 

The  author  expects  not  that  the  tunes  affixed,  by 
name,  to  his  paraphrases,  will  be  taken  on  his  authority  ; 
though  he  has  had  able  assistance  on  this  head,  still  the 
selection  has  fallen  chiefly  on  himself ;  and  to  make  it, 
he  possesses  no  competency  beyond  a  popular,  but  an 
attentive,  ear.  Let  the  chorister  compare  and  deter- 
mine ;  if  he  can  make  no  better  choice,  it  is  hoped  he 
will  here  be  directed  to  one  not  altogether  unsuitable. 


x  PREFACE. 

He  would  generally  ensure  appropriateness,  and  always 
save  time  when  it  is  most  needed,  by  selecting  at  his 
leisure,  and  pencilling  down  the  names  of  tunes  in  such 
hymn  or  psalm  books,  as  have  them  not,  and  by  emen- 
dations of  lists  in  such  as  have  them.  In  vain,  however, 
will  he  look  for  appropriate  music,  if  confined  to  a 
single  tune-book,  large  though  it  may  be.  Not  only 
are  entire  subjects  omitted  in  some  books,  but  the  differ- 
ent tastes  of  different  editors,  and  the  consequent  vari- 
ation of  editions,  may  render  a  tune  appropriate  in  one 
book  which  is  not  so  in  another.  Compare,  with  this 
view,  London  in  B.  C.  and  H.  &  H.,  and  Denbigh,  in 
the  same  two,  with  Ps.  117  of  this  paraphrase.  A 
more  general  and  permanent  designation  of  appropriate 
airs  is  intended  by  the  various  musical  notices  accom- 
panying the  psalms.  This  has  been  a  matter  of  great 
perplexity  to  the  author ;  and  to  none,  he  fears,  will 
appear  satisfactorily  accomplished,  by  what  some  may 
consider  superfluous,  others  a  deformity.  On  the  sub- 
ject of  the  change  of  persons  noticeable  in  this  pa- 
raphrase, he  begs  leave  to  observe,  that  he  has,  for  the 
most  part,  followed  the  responsive  manner  of  the  ori- 
ginal ;  in  other  instances  he  has  been  guided  by  the  dic- 
tates of  common  sense,  as  when  the  tune  itself  presents 
a  chorus  ;  in  others,  by  his  own  ideas  of  the  fitness  of 
the  subject,  and  the  opportunity  of  introducing  an  agree- 
able variety.  Where  no  particular  part  of  the  harmony 
is  designated,  the  semichorus  may  often  best  be  under- 
stood, as  meaning  the  same  with  soli ;  but  wherever  the 
congregation  sing,  the  whole  choir  should  be  considered 
the  semichorus ;  when  not  confined,  as  I  have  remarked, 
to  a  part  only  of  the  harmony.  With  respect,  however, 
to  every  thing  of  this  kind  to  be  found  in  his  book,  he 
would  emphatically  add,  that  it  is  designed  not  to  con- 
trol, but  to  aid ;  it  is  left  to  the  taste,  and  the  convenience, 
of  a  choir,  to  regard  these  musical  notices,  or  to  neglect 
them,  loholly  or  in  part;  not  less  so  than  to  use  the  book 
itself.  The  author  would  willingly  have  omitted  them 
all ;  but  he  felt  that  such  an  omission  would  defeat  one 
principal  object  which  engaged  him  in  the  work. 

Much  is  said  also  of  congregational  singing,  while 
nothing  is  done  ;  perhaps  nothing  ever  will  be  done.  The 
author  would  suggest,  that  in  the  present  refined  state 


PREFACE.  xi 

of  our  music,  for  any  thing  to  be  done  to  purpose,  the 
tune  and  the  hook  most  be  audibly  announced  by  the 
leader  of  the  choir.  He  needs  only  allude  to  the  increas- 
ed demand  for  music-books,  to  be  expected  from  such 
an  annunciation,  if  it  became  general  ;  and  he  thinks  it 
would  lead  to  a  very  i:reat  improvement  of  the  musical 
part  of  our  worship.  But  for  persons  to  sing,  who  have 
neither  voice  nor  knowledge  of  music,  is  highly  inde- 
corous ;  yet  it  is  often  absurdly  insisted  upon  as  a  duty, 
as  if  that  could  be  a  duty  which  nature  has  denied  us 
the  power  to  perform.  We  may  say  without  qualifica- 
tion, that  the  intrusion  of  another  voice,  when,  by  the 
notation  of  the  music,  and  the  practice  of  the  choir,  a 
solo,  duet,  trio,  or  quartetto,  is  to  be  performed,  is  alike 
impertinent  and   distasteful. 

Beside  a  very  few  favorite  secular  airs,  one  or  two 
from  a  small  collection  published  for  Dr.  Worcester's 
edition  of  Watts,  and  one  from  Gould's  Social  Harmony, 
the  works  from  which  tunes  have  been  named  are  the 
following:  The  Lock  Hospital  Tunes,  the  Bridgewater 
Collection,  the  Handel  and  Haydn  Collection,  Gould's 
National  Church  Harmony,  and  Zeuner's  American 
Harp.  Whatever  other  books  may  be  in  use  in  a  choir, 
none  should  be  without  Mr.  Zeuner's.  He  has  given  to 
the  service  of  the  church  melodies  that  seem  likely  to 
constitute  an  era  in  our  sacred  music,  to  be  compared 
only  with  that  of  the  Lock  Hospital  tunes  ;  beside  airs  of 
a  character  better  suited  to  a  variety  of  subjects,  in- 
termediate between  the  cheerful  and  the  plaintive,  than 
are  to  be  found  in  any  former  publication. 

Convinced  of  the  uselessness  of  introducing  narrative, 
ritual,  personal  and  other  allusions,  incapable  of  gener- 
alization, into  a  metrical  version  designed  to  be  sung, 
I  have  omitted  such  passages  altogether  :  but  no  psalm 
is  left  unnoticed.  Where  a  sentiment  is  expanded  be- 
yond the  limits  assigned,  not  by  fastidious,  but  by  devout, 
usage,  to  the  lyrical  part  of  divine  worship,  those  pas- 
sages only  have  been  paraphrased,  which  are  most 
expressive  and  most  poetical.  In  conclusion,  let  read- 
er and  author  unite  their  prayers,  that  we  may  be  of 
the  redeemed  who  shall  return  and  come  to  Zi  n 
with  songs,  and  with  everlasting  joy  upon  their  heads  : 
when  sorrow  and  sighing  shall  for  ever  flee  away ! 


ABBREVIATIONS,  &c. 


I.  denotes  the  iambic  foot,  or  metre  accented  on  the  even 
syllables  ;  as,  attend. 

T. the   trochaic,  accented  on  the   odd  syllables;  as, 

tender. 

A. the     anapa?stic,     accented     on     every    third ;     as, 

guarantee.  It  usually  begins  with  an  iambic.  See  Ps. 
xcv.  ver.  2. 

Choriambic  metre  has  the  accent  on  the  first  and  fourth  syl- 
lables of  every  four;  as,  Glory  to  God  !  It  usually  ends 
With  an  iambic  foot.     See  Ps.  xlvii.  ver.  2. 

Epic  metre  comprehends  five  iambic  feet.     See  Ps.  ii. 

D.  denotes  a  double  stanza,  or  one  consisting  of  8  lines. 

Len.  is  an  abbreviation  of  lento,  slow. 

Dim.  of  diminuendo,  gradually  dying  away. 

M.  v.  stands  for  mezza  voce,  moderately,  or  with  ordinary 
intonation. 

Grave  is  used  in  the  sense  which  it  bears  in  ordinary  con- 
versation ;  implying  serious  and  somewhat  slow  expression. 

W.  C.  denotes  Select  Harmony,  or  Worcester's  Collection. 

L.  H.  the  Lock  Hospital  tunes,  mostly  to  be   found 

in  some  of  the  books  following. 

B.  C.  the  Bridgewater  Collection. 

H.  &  H.  the  Handel  and  Haydn  Society's  Collection. 

M.  Mr.  Mason's  compositions  in  H.  <5c  H. 

G.  C.  the  National    Church   Harmony,  or   Gould's 

Collection. 

Z.  Mr.  Zeuner's  American  Harp.    A.  L.  his  An- 

cient Lyre. 

Other  terms  and  abbreviations,  and  indeed  some  of  these, 
are  generally  understood,  or  may  be  found  explained  in  the 
tune-books. 

The  editions  and  new  works  referred  to,  without  specifi- 
cation of  date,  are  of  the  years  1831,  2,  and  3,  published  at 
Boston.  It  may  sometimes  have  happened  that  a  date  has 
been  specified  unnecessarily. 

The  author  has  taken  the  opportunity  afforded  by  some 
blanks  left  in  the  last  sheet  of  the  principal  work,  to  insert 
afew  scriptural  paraphrases,  which,  for  distinction's  sake,  he 
has  called  Sacred  Odes.  Should  they  answer  no  higher  pur- 
pose, he  trusts  they  may  add  something  to  the  sacred  plea- 
sures of  the  parlour  sabbath-evening. 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS. 


The  inquirer,  if  at  a  loss,  is  requested  to  look  for  a  kindred  subject. 

Affliction,  Ixxxviii. —  improved,  cii.  pt  I.  —  deprecated, 
cxlii.  Aspiration,  dying,  ode  3.  Atheism  and  skepticism, 
xiv.  xlvi.  liii. 

Beatific  vision,  lxiii.     Benediction,  lxx.  ciii. 

Calamity,  general,  xxxiv.  pt  3.  —  national,  exxvi.  Cha- 
rity, xli.  ciii.  Christ.  See  Messiah.  Church  in  affliction, 
lxxx.  lxxxiii.  cxix.  pt  3.  —  favored  by  heaven,  lxxxvii.  cviii. 
ver.  2.  cxi.  cxlvii.  —  militant,  exxix.  — victorious,  cxlix. 
Cities  ruined,  lii.  Colonies  prospered,  cv.  Commemora- 
tion of  the  righteous  dead,  ode  4  Confession  of  sin.  xxv.  xliii. 
Consolation,  hi.  pt  2.  Creation,  lxxiv.  pt  1.  Confidence  in 
God,  xxvi.  xxxiii.  pt2.    xl.  pt  2.    lxi.  exxi. 

Death  and  revival  of  the  just,  xxiv.  lxxi.  pt  3.  ode  8. — 
of  the  wicked,  xxxiv.  pt  3.  xlix.  Dedication,  cii.  pt  2.  exxxii. 
Divine  worship,  xxvi.  xxvii.  pt  1.  xlii.  lxxxiv.  ver.  1.  2.  xcv. 
xcix.  c.     Doxologies,;//;.  3.  101.  107.  130.  135.  150.  159.  I6S. 

Exile,  exxxvii.  ver.  2.     Ethiopia  redeemed,  lxviii.  pt  3. 

Faction,  lviii.  Fear  of  God.  xxv.  pt  2.  Friendship,  exxxiii. 
ver.  1,  2.  —  betrayed,  lv. 

God,  his  works,  xix.  pt  1.  and  ver.  2.  xxix.  xcv.  civ.  pt  1, 
•2. — his  word,  xix.  pt  2. — his  attributes,  xxxiii.  pt  1.  lxvi. 
pt  1.  —  his  greatness,  xciii.  xcvi.  civ.  cxv.  —  his  goodness, 
xxxi.  ciii  ver.  2.  cvii.  pt  2.  cxvii.  exxiii.  cxl.  cxlv.  pt  1. — 
his  omniscience,  xciv.  exxxix. — his  reign,  xcvii. — his  re- 
miniscence, cvi. —  his  triumph,  xcviii. — his  unitv,  Ixxvi. 
lxxxvi.  —  our  shepherd  and  support,  xxiii.  xxxiii.  Ivii.  pt  1. 
lxi.  lxii.  lxiii.  xci.  — the  infinite,  lxviii.  pt  2.  Good  resolutions, 
ci.  Gospel,  annunciation  of,  ode  7.  Gratitude,  ciii. 
»-  Happiness  of  the  righteous;  i.  —  attendant  on  obedience, 
lxvii.  xcvii. — in  God,  as  contrasted  with  the  world,  lxii. 
Heathen  called,  c.  ver.  2.  Heaven,  longing  after,  xxxi. 
Humiliation,  private  and  public,  lxxxi.  pt  2.  cvii.  exxvi. 
cxliii.     Humility,  exxxi. 

Idolatry,  exxxv.  pt.  2.  Immortality,  xvi.  xxiv.  xxxiv.  pts 
2,  3.  xlix.  lxxi.  pt  3.  Infidels  and  scoffers,  i.  iv.  cxx.  In- 
spiration, ode  2. 

Judea,  lamented,  lxxiv.  pt  2,   3.  lxxix.     Judge,  the  righ- 
teous, xxx vii.  pt  2.     Judgment,  1.  pt  2.  ode  9.     Judgments, 
apprehension  of,  cxli.     Justice,  xxxvii.  lxxxii. 
b 


XIV  INDEX    OF   SUBJECTS. 

Licentiousness  of  tongue,  xii. 

Man,  his  dignity,  viii.  —  his  frailty,  xix.  pt  3.  —  his  fee- 
bleness, cxxvii.  Mariner,  cvii  pts  3,  4.  Marriage,  and  do- 
mestic happiness,  xlv.  cxxviii.  Martyr,  his  complaint  and 
consolation,  lxix.  cix.  Mercy,  xiii.  lxvi.  lxxxix.  pt  1.  ciii. — 
supplicated,  xxvii.  pt  2.  cvi.  Messiah  ;  his  advent,  ii.  xcviii 
ode  (3.  — sufferings,  xxii.  pt  1.  —  resurrection,  xxii.  —  ascen 
sion,  xxiv.  ver.  "A,  and  pt  2.  lxviii  pt  1.  —  mediatorship,  xl 
pt  1 . —  honors  and  rewards,  xxi.  xxii  pt  -.  ex.  —  happy  reign 
lxxii.  Morning  and  evening  devotions,  lix.  xcii.  pt  1.  cviii 
exxxiv.     Mortality,  xxxix.  xc.  cii.  pt  3.  ciii.  pt  2. 

Nations,  ruined  by  vice,  ix.  cvii.  pt  5.  —  preserved  by  re- 
ligion and  virtue,  xlviii.  cxliv.     New  year,  lxxiv. 

Pardon,  xxxii.  Persecution,  iii.  vii.  xi.  cxix.  pt  3.  Pes- 
tilence, xxxiv.  xci.  cvii.  Pilgrimage,  to  Canaan,  cxiv. —  to 
heaven,  lxiii.  ver.  2.  cvii.  pt  1.  Praise,  xxxiv.  pt  1.  Ivm 
pt  2.  lxv.  pt  1.  xcii.  pt  l.cxiii.  exxxv.  pt  1.  cxlvi.  cxlviii.  cl. 
ode  I  — a  day  of,  cviii.  Prayer,  answered,  xxviii.  Pros- 
perity, private  and  public,  cvii.  cxliv.  —  deceitful,  xxx. 
lxxiii.  pt  1.  Providence,  xxxvi.  lxxvii.  pts  ],  2.  exxiii.  —  its 
retributions,  ix.  pt  2. 

Religion,  tiiumphant  over  infidelity  and  persecution,  xviii. 
pt  1.  xlvi.  xlviii.  pt  I.  —  in  youth,  i  ver.  2.  xxxiv.  pt.  4.  — 
fearlesslv  avowed,  exxxviii.  —  anticipated  spread  of,  xlvii. 
Repentance,  xxxviii.  Ii.  lxxxv.  exxx.  Revelation,  lxxxix. 
pt  2.  cxix.  pt  2.  Righteous  men  described,  xxxvii.  pt.  1. — 
supported,  lvi.  cxl.  —  in  old  age,  lxxi.  pt  1.  —  Righteous  and 
wicked  contrasted,  i.  iv.  pt2.  xvii.  xxxiv.  pt  3. 

Sabbath,  v.  lix  cviii.  exxii.  Sacramental,  xxvi.  c.  cxvi. 
Salvation,  cxli.  Seasons,  lxv.  pt  2.  cxlvii.  ver.  2.  Sickness, 
vi.  Slander,  lxiv.  Songster  of  Zion,  lxxi.  pt  2.  Sorrow, 
lxxxviii.  cii.  cix   cxlii. 

Temperance,  ci.  Tempests,  xxix.  cvii.  pt  3.  Tempta- 
tion and  trial,  liv.  lvi.  Thanksgiving,  for  victory,  ix.  pt  1. 
xlvii.  ver.  2.  lxxviii.  xcviii.  ver.  2.  exxiv.  —  for  religious 
freedom,  lxxxi.  pt  1.  —  for  prosperous  colonization,  cv. — 
general,  xxv.  lxxv.  ciii.  exxxvi.  cxliv.  —  in  winter,  cxlvii.  pt  2. 
and  ver.  2.  Tribunals  admonished,  lxxxii.  Tyranny,  xxxvii. 
pt  3.  cvii.  cxiii.  cxlix. 

Virtue  and  piety,  xv.  xcii.  pt  2.  exxi.  exxv. 

War,  xviii.  pt  2.  xx.  xxxv.  xliv.  Ix.  Wicked  men,  x. 
Wisdom,  ode  6.  Worship,  acceptable,  xv.  xcvi.  —  unaccep- 
table, 1.  pt  1. 

Youth  instructed,  i.  ver.  2.  xxxiv.  pt  4.  ci.  cxix.  pt  1. 

Zion,  defended,  xlvi.  ver.  2.  xlviii.  pt  2.  —  forsaken, 
exxxvii. —  restored,  cxviii. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Above  the  hills,  above  the  skies     . 

A  cry  !  from  Libyan  shores,  a  cry  ! 

Afflictions,  oft  as  they  betide 

Ah  peoples,  nations,  why  this  impious 

Alas  this  heart  !  by  discontent 

Almighty  !   let  thy  grace     . 

Almighty    !  let  thy  name 

Amid  the  heaven  of  heavens 

Arise,  O  God  !  in  sorrow's  cause  ! 

Arise,  0  God  !   wake  up  thy  strength  ! 

Arise,  0  God  !   with  power  divine  ! 

Arise,  sacred  minstrel  ! 

Artless,  inexperienc'd,  youth  ! 

At  home,  abroad,  how  blest 

Awake,  my  tongue  !  awake,  my  harp  ! 

Begin,  rapt  muse,  the  inspiring  lay 
Be  mine,  O  God  !   their  peace 
Benefactor  divine  ! 
Blessing,  honor,  power,  and  glory 
Bless  ye  the  Lord,  who  rove  in  light 
Blest  mortal,  to  religion  train'd 
Blest  of  heaven  and  earth  are  they 
Blest  ruler  of  the  radiant  zone  ! 
Break  forth  in  song  and  sacred  mirth  ! 
Bring  thy  tribute,  grateful  muse  ! 
By  floods  of  guilt  o'erwhelm'd 

Cleaving  to  the  dust  we  lie 

Come,  all  ye  who  fear  the  Lord  ! 

Come,  children,  hear  a  father's  word 

Come,  faithful  expectants  of  Shiloh,  your  King  ! 

Come,  servants  ot  Jehovah,  come  ! 

Come,  songsters  of  the  sacred  choir  ! 

Come,  welcome  to  the  hallow'd  dome  ! 

Day  of  wrath,  that  day  of  wonders 
Defeated  and  dispers'd  our  arms 
Defend  our  cause,  thou  righteous  God 
Deliv'rer  of  my  soul  from  death  ! 


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INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Departed  sires  !   immortal  line  !     . 

Descend,  celestial  spirit !  flame 

Dread  potentate  !   whose  awful  ways     . 

Enthron'd  amid  the  seraphim 
Eternal  God  !   what  man  shall  climb 
Exult,  0  Zion  !  sweep  the  lyre 

Fair  Zion.  tell  thy  monarch's  joy 
Fairest  work,  0  Lord  !  thy  law- 
Father  !   God,  my  Father  !  hearken  ! 
Father  !  to  thy  arms  1  flee  ! 
Felicitous  the  mind  that  glows 
Fly,  fly,  my  soul,  to  that  abode 
For  ever  from  thy  pity  cast ! 
For  ever  shall  my  praise  arise     . 
Foolish  people  !   to  behold 
Frail  tenants  of  this  changeful  scene  ! 
Freedom  to  Isr'el !   thy  chains  are  no  more 
From  earth's  remotest  climes 
From  heaven,  a  pitying  father  sees 

'Gainst  man  should  heaven  indignant  turn 

Gallant  seamen,  spread  the  sail  ! 

Give  ear,  my  God  and  King  ! 

Give  thanks  to  God  !  invoke  his  name  ! 

Give,  ye  sons  of  fame  and  might 

Glory  to  God  !  Earth,  temple,  ring  ! 

God  is  my  hope  !  I  plead,  1  trust 

God  !  my  gracious  God  !  to  thee 

God  of  my  salvation,  hear  ! 

God  of  nature!  let  me  be 

God,  the  God  of  might  and  glory 

Great  God  !  and  can  there  be     . 

Kail,  0  peoples  !  hail  your  Lord  ! 
Halleluiah  !  holy  strain 
Hasten,  Lord  !  regard  my  cry  ! 
Heavenly  goodness,  vast  and  free  ! 
How  good,  how  joyful,  is  the  peace 
How  just  the  sentence,  clear  the  truths 
How  long  forgotten,  Lord  ! 
How  shall  mortal  man  repay 
Humility  !  how  easy  thy  commands  ! 

I  listen  to  the  busy  crowd 


INDEX    or    PIRST    LINES. 


XV11 


I'll  bless  the  Lord  !  his  lovely  praise     . 

I'll  sing  thy  mercies,  0  my  God  ! 

In  childhood's  gay  and  thoughtless  scene 

In  thee,  O  God  !  our  transports  rise 

In  Zion.  to  Jehovah's  praise 

I  saw  the  wicked  rise  to  power 

I  sing  the  purpose  of  my  heart 

Is  there  not  a  God  on  high  ? 

I  wept!  Jehovah  saw  ! 

Jehovah  be  for  ever  blest  ! 
Jehovah  he  my  praise  ! 
Jehovah!   God  of  battle,  rise  ! 
Jehovah  here  is  known 
Jehovah  is  my  splendent  light  ! 
Jehovah  reigns  !   resistless  might 
Judea  dies  !  thy  heritage 
Judge  of  heaven  and  earth  !   to  thee 

King  eternal !  crown  thy  son  ! 

Let  God  arise  in  majesty  !     . 

Let  others  trust  an  arm  of  flesh 

Listen,  peoples,  while  I  tell 

Lord  !   thy  throne,  on  justice  founded 

Lov'd  resort  !  blest  habitation  ! 

Mercy,  Lord  !   my  God  !  my  King  ! 

Misguided  offspring  of  the  earth! 

Morn,  O  God  !   shall  hear  our  voices 

Mortal,  thy  Maker  praise  ! 

Musing  on  thy  fate,  O  man  ! 

My  counsellor,  my  God,  I  bless  ! 

My  Father  !  chasten  not  in  wrath  ! 

My  Father,  my  eternal  stay  ! 

My  foes  !  how  vast  the  multitude  ! 

My  God  !  how  beautiful  the  place 

My  God  !   I  joy  to  call  thee  mine  ! 

My  God  !  the  life  of  man,  how  brief 

My  God  !  thy  offspring,  and  thy  care 

My  gracious  Lord  !   in~thee  I  trust 

My  heart  a  blissful  theme  indites 

My  rock,  my  fortress,  and  my  tower 

My  shepherd  is  divine  ! 

My  soul,  bless  the  Lord  ! 

My  strength  in  deep  distress,  my  God 

My  voice  shall  reach  the  heavens,  and  claim 


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INDEX     OF    FIRST    LINES. 


Nature  slumber'd  in  the  tomb 

No  God  !   the  infidel  hath  said     . 

No  pomp  of  horrid  war  .... 

Not  for  ever,  from  my  trouble 

Not  unto  us  !   away  ye  thoughts 

Now  shall  mercy  shower  on  Zion  !     . 

0  blest  of  heaven,  and  heaven's  high  Lord  ! 

O  charity  !  how  fair,  how  blest! 

O  come,  let  us  sing,  let  us  shout,  to  the  Lord  ! 

O  earth,  with  shouts  of  joy  proclaim 

Oft  in  dangers,  oft  in  woes     .... 

O  God  !   my  theme,  my  earliest  song  ! 

O  grave,  in  thy  shadows  I  'd  seek  my  repose 

Oh  !  from  these  visions  dark  and  drear 

O  lead  me,  guide  of  erring  man  ! 

O  listen,  my  God  !  to  my  plaint,  while  I  mourn 

Omniscient  Lord  !  from  thy  bright  beam 

On  everlasting  justice  bas'd 

O  praise  the  God  of  heaven  ! 

O  praise  the  Lord  supreme  ! 

O  praise  the  name  of  God  most  high  ! 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 

Our  refuge  is  a  present  God  ! 

Our  refuge  is  the  Lord  most  high  ! 

Pants  the  bounding  roe  to  drink 

Past  the  word  !   't  is  heaven's  decree 

People  your  plaudits  raise  !  . 

Perfection  shines  in  all  thy  ways 

Pity,  Lord  !  a  stranger's  fears  ! 

Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  given 

Praise,  O  men,  the  King  divine  ! 

Praise,  O  my  soul,  the  eternal  King  ! 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  ! 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  realms  ethereal! 

Praise  thy  Creator,  starry  scroll ! 

Praise  to  creation's  Lord  !  ... 

Piaise  to  our  God,  o'er  all  the  earth  !     . 

Praise,  ye  mortals,  your  Creator  ! 

Prepare  the  joyful  lay  .... 

Prepare,  ye  saints,  a  noble  strain 

Proclaim,  proclaim  Jehovah,  Lord  ! 

Quit,  O  my  soul,  thy  vanities 


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Ransom'd  of  Jehovah,  sing  !  .         • 

Realms  far  remote    benighted  lands  ! 

Redemption,  when  erst  it  appear'd 

Remembrance  !    O  what  heaviness 

Religion,  Lord  !  how  few  possess! 

Rise,  every  grateful  thought  ! 

Rise,  ye  everlasting  gates  !•••*. 

Sacred  pleasure  !  sweet  employ  ! 

Sacred  tie,  that  sweetly  hinds 

Save,  0  save  a  soul  forlorn  ! 

Severd  by  rapine,  spoil'd  of  home 

Shall  heaven  be  still,  when  saints  complain 

Shall  potentate  of  regal  name 

Shield  me,  O  Father  !   from  the  proud  ! 

Sing,  army  of  the  blest !  .... 

Sing,  muse  sublime,  some  air  of  heaven  ! 

Sing  to  thy  God  !  and  let  the  lyre 

Sing,  ye  nations  !   shout  ye  realms  ! 

Slow  of  heart  to  understand  ! 

Spirits  of  light  and  love  !  ... 

Sublimest  joy,  to  sing  the  praise 

Supreme  in  power  and  grace 

Surrounded  by  celestial  guards 

Swell  the  chorus  :..... 

Swell  the  white  sails  in  stately  pride     . 

Thanks  to  a  propitious  Lord  ! 

The  earth  is  thine  !   its  varied  realms 

The  Infinite  !   he  reigns  supreme  ! 

The  just  man  dies  !   he  dies  to  live  ! 

The  Lord  is  my  shepherd  benign  ! 

The  Lord  is  my  strength,  and  my  song  ! 

The  Lord  of  heaven,  how  great! 

The  righteous  as  the  palm  tree  stand 

The  steps  of  righteous  men  to  trace 

The  works  of  men,  a  frightful  gloom 

Thee,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  !  . 

Thine,  Lord,  is  everlasting  love 

Thou  art,  O  God  !  from  earliest  time 

Thou  God,  whom  1  serve,  deliver  my  sonl  ! 

Thou  hast  fled,  righteous  spirit,  our  world  1 

Thy  days,  O  man.  are  feeble  grass 

Thy  glory.  Lord:  divinely  streams 

Thy  goodness,  Lord  !   through  heaven  extends 

Thy  presence;  protection,  and  grace      , 


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Thy  tokens,  0  Parent  supreme  ! 

Thy  works.  0  God  !  when  I  survey 

To  God  I  utter'd  my  complaint 

To  God  my  ofT'ring  shall  arise 

To  thee,  my  God  !   my  gracious  Kin<r  ! 

Unfold,  ye  everlasting  gates  ! 
Unnumber'd  are  thy  works 
Unshaken  as  the  rock,  that  curbs 

Vain  world,  be  still  !   depart,  ye  cares  ! 
Victors  in  the  doubtful  fray 

Wake  the  harp,  and  wake  the  song  ! 
We  praise,  we  worship,  thee,  0  God! 
What  new  delights  abound 
What  tongue  the  wicked  can  describe  ! 
When,  erst,  a  wand'rer  lorn,  I  fell     . 
Where  dawn'd  on  earth  the  earliest  ray 
Where  shall  happiness  be  found  ? 
Where  uproar  reigns  without  control 
Who,  of  man's  imperfect  race 
Why  build  ye  houses,  to  decay  ? 
Wipe  away  the  flowing  tear  ! 
Wisdom,  lovely,  pure,  refin'd  ! 
With  holy  zeal,  with  awe  profound 
Woe,  woe  is  me!  constraint  to  dwell 

Ye  waters,  once  Eden's  !  by  you  we  sat  dow 

Zion,  awake  !  gird  on  thy  strength 
Zion's  heroes,  tell  her  glory  ! 


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ERRATA. 
The  reader  is  requested  to  make  the  following  corrections. 

Page  T,  insert  the  initials  A.  L.  after  the  tune,  Aspiration. 

8,  erase  the  comma  after  the  word  ansic'rcth,  in  stanza  2. 
30,  change  the  initial,  T.  in  the  title,  to  I. 
1G8,  change  the  number  of  the  psalm  from  134  to  135. 


THE    PSALMS. 


1.        T.     T.      I>. 


Felicity  the  portion  of  the  righteous  only. 
Espressivo. 

i  Where  shall  happiness  be  found? 
Heaven  replies —  O  welcome  sound  !  — 
Happy  who  from  sin  depart, 
Turn  from  every  treach'rous  art  ! 
Who,  intent  on  truth  divine. 
Read  by  day  the  hallow'd  line1 : 
Ponder  still  the  page  by  night  ; 
Linger  o'er  it  with  delight ! 

o  Like  the  trees  in  lofty  rank, 
Rising  on  some  fertile  bank, 
Where  perennial  waters  flow, 
Where  no  wintry  tempests  blow  ; 
Verdant  shall  their  leaf  remain, 
Fearless  of  autumnal  stain  ; 
Fruits  of  virtue  they  shall  bring, 
Flowers  of  an  unfailing  spring. 

3  Not  the  wicked  !   they,  like  chaff, 
Driven  before  the  stormy  blast, 
Shall  the  holy  concourse  fly  : 
CalPd  to  judgment,  they  shall  die  ! 
All  their  mightiest  works,  and  ways, 
Vanish  in  the  fearful  blaze. 
When,  from  his  resplendent  throne, 
God  shall  make  the  righteous  known  ' 

Bath  .Ma/ :  H.  V  U.      Zildag: 
1 


a  PSALM  1. 

VERSION  II.      C.    M. 

Religion  in  early  life. 
L'ppressivo. 

1  Blest  mortal,  to  religion  train'd 

In  youth's  unclouded  days! 
Whose  lite  begins  a  bright  career, 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways  ! 

2  Creation's  mystic  roll  he  scans 

The  Godhead  to  behold  ; 
And  meditates  where  hallow'd  words 
A  providence  unfold. 

3  By  faith  refiird,  and  thought  sublime, 

He  stoops  not  to  beguile  : 
Nor  counsel  holds  with  impious  men. 
Nor  consort  with  the  vile. 

4  Like  llowers  of  Eden's  happy  seats. 

His  virtues  ever  bloom : 
His  honors  from  the  dust  shall  rise. 
And  blossom  o'er  the  tomb  ! 

Grave. 

5  Not  so  the  wicked  !   worthless  chaff  ! 

By  stormy  passions  driven  ! 
Their  works  in  judgment  are  condemn'd. 
To  desolation  given  ! 

6  They  perish  from  the  paths  of  light, 

Where  saints  in  glory  shine  : 
For  God  will  deck  the  righteous  soul 
With  radiance  divine  ! 
Litchfield  :  stanzas  5,  6,  to  Chester  .•  Af..  p.  156.     Honest ij  :  Z. 


PSALM  2. 


EPIC    M. 


Messiali  proclaimed. 
Maestoso.    Solo,  tenor. 

i  An  peoples,  nations  !   why  this  impious  rage, 
Convoking  Wily  priest,  and  worldly  sage  ? 
Why,  rulers,  kings,  your  senseless  counsel  take, 
The  law  of  Deity  reveal'd  to  break  ! 

-:  From  heaven,  the  high  and  holy  seat,  a  voice, 
With  more  than  tempest's,  more  than  ocean's,  noise, 
Declares  to  man,  to  monarch,  the  decree  :  — 

ail  In  Zion  one  shall  reign  eternally  ! 

3  Divinely  born,  of  ancient  lineage  sprung, 
His  honors  shall  maintain  his  title,  Son  ! 
To  him  I  giro  the  earth  for  his  domain  ; 

O'er  proudest  kings  and  peoples  he  shall  reign. 

4  Like  hammers  which  the  sinewy  forgers  wield, 
His  sceptre  breaks  whatever  will  not  yield  ; 

Like  potsherds  crush'd,  the  rebels  strew  the  ground, 
Their  fame  no  longer  but  in  fragments  found. 

s  Be  wise,  ye  kings!   ye  lordly  states,  give  ear  ! 
A  power,  more  terrible  than  princely,  fear  ! 
Allegiance  to  the  Son  of  God  proclaim  ; 
For  blest  are  all  who  trust  that  sacred  name ! 

Savannah  :   H.  $  H.     Hansen  :  Z. 


3.       DOXOLOGY.       C.    M. 

Thee,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Creation  shall  adore  ! 
The  Saviour's  triumph  and  his  word 

Resound  on  every  shore  ! 

London  :  B.  C.      Pcrsis  :  Z. 


PSALM  3. 


The  righteous  under  persecution 
piai.  |  ;\iY  foes  !   how  vast  the  multitude  ! 
What  numbers  on  my  peace  intrude  ! 
Deserted  of  his  God  !  they  say  : 
Behold  him  now  a  helpless  prey  ! 

2  Yet  thou,  O  God!   art  my  defence, 
Assertor  of  my  innocence  ! 

To  thee  my  prayer  hath  ever  risen  ; 

And  thou  hast  heard  that  prayer  in  heaven 

3  Worn  out  with  toil,  oppress'd  with  grief, 
Repose  conferr'd  a  sweet  relief; 

I  slept  !   I  'woke  !   nor  foe  appear'd  ! 
An  altar  to  thy  love  I  rear'd. 

4  Let  myriads  press  on  me  around  ! 

Thy  arm  can  bring  them  to  the  ground ! 
In  overwhelming  force  they  trust  ; 
Their  gnashing  teeth  shall  bite  the  dust ! 

5  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 
Redress  of  my  afflictive  wrongs  ; 
A  persecuting  race  shall  know 
What  blessings  mark  the  just  below. 

Munich,  minor  :  II.  §•  H.     Persecution  :  Z. 


4.     PART    I.       L.    M. 

Scoffers  at  godliness  warned. 
Grave. 

i  Misguided  offspring  of  the  earth, 

Ye  votaries  of  sin  and  mirth  ! 

How  long  shall  falsehood  rule  your  tongues, 

Reproach  of  virtue  swell  your  songs  ? 
2  That  glory  which  you  dare  revile 

Is  blest  with  Heaven's  approving  smile ; 

Yourselves  the  victims  of  a  ban  ; 

Jehovah's  choice,  the  righteous  man  I 


PSALM  4.  5 

I  Reflect,  ye  scoffers!  stand  in  awe! 
Behold  the  terrors  of  God's  law! 
Withdrawn  the  pleasures  of  the  light, 
Consult  the  visions  of  the  night! 

p» 

4  When  earth  in  silence  sleeps  around, 
Then  conscience  wakes  a  fearful  sound!  — 

pp.  As  justice  sure,  as  deep  this  gloom, 
Jim.  So  sure,  so  dark,  the  sinner's  doom  ! 

Affettuoso. 

5  O  pay  to  God  the  sacrifice 

Of  contrite  hearts  and  holy  lives  ! 
Confess  your  guilt,  his  mercy  claim, 
Your  prayer  forgiveness  shall  obtain ! 

Blcndon;  stanza  4,  to  Monmouth  :  H.  §•  H.      Annan  :  G.  C. 
The  Rick  Man  :  Z. 


4.       PART    II.       L.    M. 

Contrasted  pursuits  of  the  worldly  and  the  godly. 
Espressivo. 

i  I  listen  to  the  busy  crowd, 

Of  look  intent,  and  voices  loud  ; 

Alas  !  the  burden  of  their  cry 

Is  earthly  good,  and  vanity  ! 
9  Irradiate,  Lord  !  with  beams  of  grace, 

My  prayer  shall  be,  thy  servant's  face ! 

Dispel,  with  everlasting  light, 

The  clouds  which  hide  thee  from  my  sight ! 

3  My  heart  shall  bound  with  gladness  more, 
Than  e'er  they  knew,  who  wealth  adore  ; 
My  hopes  and  energies  outshine 

The  charms  of  treasur'd  corn  and  wine. 

4  The  night  shall  spread  a  holy  calm, 
While  sleep  prepares  its  soothing  balm  ; 
I'll  sink  to  rest  ;  on  thee  depend, 

My  heavenly,  my  unfailing,  friend  ! 

Medicay  :  11.  ^  H.      Rameau  i  Z. 
1* 


6  PSALM  5. 

S.    M, 

Sabbath  morning. 
Affl'ttuoso. 

1  Give  ear,  my  God  and  King  ! 

0  listen  to  my  prayer  ! 
The  homage  which  I  meditate, 

The  ofTring  which  I  bear. 

2  With  this  blest  morning's  light, 
My  early  voice  shall  rise  ; 

Salute  the  sabbath's  glad  return 
With  songs  and  sacrifice. 

3  For  God  abhors  the  false, 
The  cruel,  and  profane  ; 

But  opens  wide  his  gates  to  those 
Who  venerate  his  name. 

4  O'erwhelm'd  with  gratitude 
For  mercies  numberless, 

Thine  awful  dwelling  I  approach, 
The  place  of  holiness  ! 

5  Before  the  sanctu'ry 

1  worship  in  thy  fear  ; 
Commemorate  thine  acts  of  love, 

And  drop  the  grateful  tear. 

6  The  pious  host  rejoice 
To  hear  the  song  I  raise  ; 

With  sympathetic  ardor  glow, 
And  swell  the  burst  of  praise. 


Froome  :  H.  fy  H.      Volland  :    Z. 


PSALM  ft  7 

T.    7     &  4. 

Complaint  and  consolation  under  sickness. 

Plaintive. 

i  Sate,  O  save  a  soul  forlorn  ! 
View  this  frame  with  anguish  torn  ! 
Lord  !   how  Jong  ere  yet  thou  spare  ? 
Hear  a  trembling  suppliants  prayer  ! 

Great  physician ! 
Let  my  sorrows  be  thy  care ! 

2  Pain  embitters  cheerful  light  ; 
Agony  prolongs  the  night  ! 
Rest !  —  I  bathe  my  couch  in  tears  : 
Day  with  no  deliv'rance  cheers; 

Thy  displeasure 
Rends  my  anxious  heart  with  fears  ! 

3  Lord  !   thy  servant  humbly  pleads  :  — 
Silence  cannot  praise  thy  deeds  ! 
Death  hath  ceas'd  to  celebrate  ; 

Can  the  dust  commemorate  I 

Father  !   save  me  I 
Save  me  for  some  happier  state  ■ 

4  Cease,  ye  mockers  of  my  woe  ! 
Cease,  ye  gushing  tears,  to  flow  ! 
God  hath  heard  my  plaintive  moan  : 
Soothes  my   fears,  and  stills  my  groan  : 

Peace  the  foretaste, 
Heaven  ordains  my  blissful  home  ! 

Sicilian  :  H.  <y  H..  repeating  the  two  last  strains.      Aspira- 
tion :    Z. 


8  PSALM  ?. 

C.    M. 

The  end  of  persecutors. 
Con  anima.     Solo,  tenor. 

i  Arise,  O  God  !  wake  up  thy  strength 
Against  a  cruel  race  ; 
By  malice  urg'd  implacable, 
Religion  to  efface. 

ah. 

2  He  answ'reth,  thee  !  —  devouring  fire 

Against  the  oppressor  burns  ! 
A  ceaseless  tide  of  anger  rolls, 
And  wickedness  o'erturns ! 

3  No  more  shall  sin  triumphant  reign, 

Malignity  no  more  ! 
The  vaunt  of  an  imperious  foe 
Thy  judgments,  Lord  !  explore* 

4  The  uplifted  steel  already  strikes  ; 

The  bow  is  strongly  bent ! 
The  arrow,  see  !  hath  pierc'd  the  heart 
Which  car'd  not  to  relent  ! 

s  Propense  to  mischief,  fraught  with  crime, 
For  violence  athirst ; 
The  swelling  ruin,  doubly  heap'd, 
Upon  himself  hath  burst ! 

Affettuoso. 

6  Redeem'd  from  persecuting  power, 
We  praise  our  glorious  Lord  ! 
His  honors,  and  his  righteousness, 
We  joyfully  record  ! 

Haselton  :  H .  <y  H.        Eternity:    Z.,  omitting  the   rests  in 
stanzas  5  and  6. 


PSALM  ft  9 

L.     M.     D. 

Contrasted  meanness  and  dignity  of  man. 
•o>o. 

1  Tuv  works,  ()  God!   when  \  survey, 
The  azure  heaven,  the  golden  ray, 

The  towering  cloud,  in  deep'ning  shade, 
Or  ever  changing  color,  laid  : 

The  moon's  bright  pathway  when  I  trace, 
The  planets  in  their  distant  race  ; 
Lord  !   what  is  man  !  amaz'd,  I  cry  ; 
Unwortln  of  thy  care!    I  sigh. 

1  Set  man,  the  progeny  of  dust, 
So  feeble,  fleeting,  and  unjust, 
In  honor  next  to  angels  plac'd, 
With  large  dominion  thou  hast  grac'd  ; 
Created  lord  of  all  below, 
Thy  works  to  rule,  thyself  to  know  : 
Nor  doonvd  in  earth's  dull  cares  to  stop, 
His  hopes  the  bright  expanse  o'ertop. 

3  Transcendent  name  of  God  most  high  ! 
It  tills  the  earth,  it  rends  the  sky  ! 
In  thunder  shakes  the  universe, 
While  lisping  tongues  its  praise  rehearse  : 
Appall'd,  the  atheist  dreads  that  name  ; 
The  bold  blasphemer  sinks  in  shame  ; 
His  daring  arm  in  ruin  crush'd, 
dim*  Each  impious  breath  to  silence  hush'd  ! 
Mtrton  :  B.  C.     Addison  :  H.  £  H.     Thro'  evry  age  :  Z., 
p.  334. 

The  last  line  of  the  2J  stanza  will  require  a  varied  expression  of  the  last 
strain  in  Z. 


10  PSALM  9. 

PART    I.        L.    M. 

Deliverance  from  public  enemies. 
Con  spirito. 

i  In  thee,  O  God  !  our  transports  rise, 
For  gladness  now  hath  banish'd  sighs; 
Thy  arm  maintain'd  the  glorious  fight, 
And  shining  hosts  are  sunk  in  night ! 

2  Thou  enemy,  whose  savage  pride 
O'er  wasted  cities  thought  to  ride  ! 
Thy  pomp  and  pride  are  overthrown, 
Destruction  ended  in  thy  own  ! 

Maestoso. 

3  The  Lord  our  God  for  ever  reigns, 
Injustice  he  assigns  to  chains  ; 
Upon  his  throne,  in  awful  state, 
Sits  equity  inviolate  ! 

4  Asylum  of  the  weak  oppress'd, 
Our  refuge  and  eternal  rest ! 

Who  know  thee,  shall  fresh  courage  take  ; 
Who  seek  thee,  thou  wilt  not  forsake  1 

5  Sing  praises  unto  Zion's  God, 
Declare  his  wondrous  acts  abroad  ! 
Attentive  to  the  cry  of  woe, 

His  pity  lays  the  oppressor  low  ! 

Pilesgrove,  H.  V  H.     Stoncjield  :  G.  C.     Pacr  :  7 


9.    PART  II.       L.   M. 

The  retributions  of  Providence. 

AfFettuoso. 

Deliv'rer  of  my  soul  from  death, 
Thy  praise  shall  rise  with  every  breath  ! 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  choice, 
In  thy  salvation  I'll  rejoice. 


PSALM  9.  11 

I  What  snares  unrighteous  men  have  laid, 
What  promises  soo'er  betray'd  : 
Engulph'd  in  their  own  dark  device. 
They  tall,  themselves  t ho  sacrifice! 

3  The  judgments,  Lord  !   which  thou  hast  shown, 

Have  made  thy  name  and  terrors  known! 
Beneath  affliction,  hope  may  tail  : 
Yet  justice  shall  at  length  prevail  I 

Grave. 

4  Thy  late,  O  sinner,  is  reveal'd  ! 
Impenitent,  thy  doom  is  seal'd  ! 
Ye  nations  who  regard  not  God, 
In  ruin  shall  ye  feel  his  rod  ! 

5  Insulted  heaven  !   let  storms  of  power 
Upon  the  haughty  spirits  lour  ! 
Reduce  those  fancied  gods  to  men, 
Those  lord  lings  to  their  dust  again  ! 

Winchester  :  H.  &■  H.     Persecution  :  Z. 


10.        L.    M. 
The  wicked. 

Grave. 

i  What  tongue  the  wicked  can  describe  ? 

What  language  paint  the  impious  tribe  ? 
Whose  rugged  temper  cannot  how. 
Whose  hearts  no  thought  of  God  allow  ! 

-2  Compassion  visits  not  their  breast ! 
They  spoil  the  stranger,  the  distress'd  : 

Their  songs  rapacity  applaud. 
And  violence  for  glory  laud. 

3  Nefarious  in  word  and  deed, 
Nor  law,  nor  sacred  pledge,  they  heed  : 
Opponents  are  their  very  scorn  ; 
To  ills,  they  boast,  were  we  not  born. 


12  PSALM  10. 

4  Their  pleasure  is,  reproach  and  lies  ; 
Their  lips  are  swolPn  with  vanities  ; 
In  twilight's  pale  obscure  they  prowl, 
And  slake  their  thirst  for  vengeance  foul  ! 

o  Contempt  and  folly  would  persuade  — 
The  eye  of  God  we  may  evade ! 
Thick  clouds  and  darkness  intervene ; 
Our  crimes  nor  will,  nor  can,  be  seen  1 

6  But  God  hath  seen,  and  will  requite, 
The  envenom'd  tongue,  the  cruel  spite  ; 
That  earth-born  race  to  earth  he  '11  tread, 
And  bring  their  deeds  upon  their  head  ! 

Annan  :  G.   C.     Sodom  : 


11.       C.    M. 

Confidence  under  persecution. 
Affettuoso. 

i  My  gracious  Lord  !  in  thee  I  trust, 

Nor  heed  the  timid  breath, 
p-  That  whispers  :  —  Quick  !  on  wings  away  ! 
The  air  is  big  with  death  ! 

mv. 

2  When  truth  and  justice  are  profan'd, 

What  can  the  righteous  do  ?  — 
f-  Jehovah  tills  the  throne  of  heaven  ! 
The  Lord  is  just  and  true  ! 

mv. 

3  Their  faith  and  virtue  to  refine, 

The  righteous  oft  he  proves  ; 
But  violence,  and  base  design, 
He  far  away  removes  ! 

f-  4  Dread  storms  of  indignation  quench 
The  fury  of  the  proud  ! 
A  sweeping  tempest  drowns  the  voice 
In  menace  heard  aloud  ! 


PSALM  11.  I* 

mv. 

5  The  Godhead  its  own  image  loves, 
And  goodness  will  reward  : 

Its  ej e  observant  cannot  cease 
The  righteous  to  regard. 

Canterbury  :  11.  v  //.     JVSmmA  .•  Z. 


12.      L.    M. 

Licentiousness  of  tongue. 
Grave. 

i  Religion,  Lord  !  how  few  possess! 
Extinct  almost  is  faithfulness  ! 

While  vanity  consumes  the  hours, 
And  flattery  exhausts  our  powers  ! 

9  With  pain-  I  seek  the  candid  mind; 
The  double  heart  and  tongue  I  find  : 
Each  manly  virtue  disappears, 
Servility  betrays  her  fears. 

3  Anon,  defiance,  discontent, 

Break  forth  in  language  insolent :  — 
What  being  dares  arraign  our  speech, 
And  moderation  fain  would  teach  ? 

4  Are  not  our  lips  our  own  ?   a  right, 
By  nature  boundless,  infinite  ?  — 
To  honor  or  degrade,  at  will, 
Your  men  of  probity  and  skill  ? 

5  Indignant  at  their  lordly  tongues, 
Atrocious  insults,  cruel  wrongs, 
Will  I  arise,  saith  Deity, 

To  rescue  from  the  enemy  ! 

6  The  chosen  few,  who  still  maintain 
Of  truth  and  love  the  holy  flame, 
Preserv'd  amid  an  evil  race, 

Shall  dwell  in  everlasting  peace  ! 

mils  :  H.  V  H.     Sodom  :  Z. 
2 


14  PSALM    13. 

S.    M. 

Appeal  to  the  divine  mercy. 

Plaintive. 

i      How  long  forgotten,  Lord  ! 
An  exile  must  I  sigh  ? 
How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
Until  thy  suppliant  die  ? 

2  In  soul-consuming  thoughts 
The  hours  and  days  drag  on  ; 

While  memory  past  ills  explores, 
And  fancy,  ills  to  come. 

3  My  God  !  I  supplicate 
Acceptance  of  my  prayer ! 

Some  cheering  ray  shed  o'er  these  eyes 
Fast  sinking  in  despair  ! 

4  My  enemies  would  boast  — 
The  vict'ry  is  our  own  ! 

With  open  mouth  would  they  exult ;  — 
His  footsteps  are  o'erthrown  ! 

5  Yet  mercy  still  I  ask, 
In  mercy  I  confide  ! 

No  !  never  will  I  Heav'n  distrust, 
But  still  in  hope  abide  ! 

6  My  heart  anticipates 
The  praises  of  my  tongue, 

When  thy  returning  smile  shall  calm 
The  sighs  from  anguish  wrung  ! 

Dunbar  :  H.  §•  H.     Pisidia  :   Z. 


PSALM  14.  15 


The  atheist 

(■r;i\''. 

i       Great  God  !   and  can  there  be, 
Of  man's  distinguished  race, 
Who,  senseless  and  ungrateful  man! 
Deny  thee  to  thy  face  ! 

\      Abominable  brood  ! 

Base,  grov'ling  sons  of  earth  ! 
Omniscience  cannot  one  discern 
Possessing  aught  of  worth  I 

i       Infatuate,  they  think 
The  righteous  to  devour ! 
Their  only  aid  is  heaven,  they  laugh; 
An  air-erected  tower  ! 

What  time  they  prov'd  their  strength 

Against  the  saints  of  God, 
The  atheists  were  compelled  to  own 

His  being  and  his  rod  ! 
▲ffettoMo. 

Salvation  !   when  shall  earth 

The  heavenly  gift  embrace  ? 
Then  Zion,  far  rite  of  the  skies, 

Shall  gladden  all  our  race ! 

Thcssalia  i  IT.  V  B.     MkeiM  i  Z. 


15.        L.    If. 

The  acceptable  worshipper. 
Maestoso.     Solo,  tenor. 

i  Eternal  God  !   what  man  shall  climb, 
With  arduous  step,  thy  hill  sublime  I 
What  mortal  here  with  thee  reside, 
Immortal  in  thv  heavens  abide  ? 


16  PSALM  15. 

Semichorus. 

2  That  glory  shall  the  victor  gain  ; 
Let  him  first  toil,  who  hopes  to  reign  ; 
The  living  faith,  the  soul  sincere, 
Must  consecrate  the  worshipper. 

3  A  ray  of  heaven,  his  justice  shines, 
And  spreads  his  fame  in  fairest  lines ; 
His  bounty  like  the  dew  distils, 

To  mitigate  life's  numerous  ills. 

4  Unbending  truth  upon  his  tongue, 
Dwells  free  from  malice,  free  from  wrong  ; 
His  plighted  faith  he  '11  ever  keep, 

His  censure  guilt  alone  shall  weep. 

5  Foe  to  all  vice,  religion's  friend, 
Extortion  loath'd,  the  bribe  contemn'd, 
No  honors  to  subservience  vile, 

No  gains,  allure,  on  sin  to  smile. 

Chorus. 

6  Amid  the  storm  and  whirlwind  dire> 
Amid  the  flood,  amid  the  fire, 
Amid  the  wreck  of  worlds,  secure,. 
His  virtue,  and  his  crown,  endure  I. 

Park  Street :    H.  §~  H.    Innocence  :  Z+ 


16.       C.    M. 

The  hope  of  immortality. 
AfTettuoso. 

i  My  Counsellor,  my  God,  I  bless  ; 
His  words  are  truth  and  light ; 
His  still  small  voice,  when  nature  rests, 
Instructs  my  heart  by  night. 

2  Where'er  I  roam,  where'er  I  dwTell, 
I  still  contemplate  God  ; 
And  nothing  fear ;  for  earth  and  hell 
Obey  his  potent  nod. 


PSALM    16.  17 

i  Fail  dwelling-place!  a  paradise 
Mv  sweet  abode  is  made  ; 
And,  past  these  bounds,  my  hopes  arise 
To  scenes  thai  never  lade. 

i  While  gladness  heaves  my  swelling  breast. 

To  him  my  -pirn  flies  ; 
Within  his  arms  I    11  sink  to  rest, 
When  flesh,  when  frailty,  dies. 

1  No  dark  abyss  can  e'er  detain 

My  spirit  from  on  high  ; 
Thy  b  >ly  one,  O  God!    shall  reign, 

In  bliss  eternally  ! 

6  Thyself  wilt  happiness  reveal, 
Immortal  lite  bestow  : 

With  thee,  delight  shall  sorrow  heal, 
And  peace  for  ever  flow  ! 
E x etc r,  peculiar  \  II  <y  H.,  ed.  1823.       Morning  Prayrr  .-  Z. 

17.       L.     M. 
Allotments  of  the  wicked  and  of  the  righteous. 

Grave. 

i  Thb  works  of  men,  a  frightful  gloom, 
Religion's  every  hope  entomb  ; 
Thy  word,  O  God  !   a  glorious  sun, 
My  soul  from  sin,  from  death,  hath  won  ! 

2  O   keep  my  steps  in  virtue's  path  ! 
Invigorate,  crreat  God  !  mv  faith  ! 
Propitious  to  my  prayer  attend. 
Before  thy  throne  whene'er  I  bend  ! 

3  Deliverer  of  the  faithful  band, 
Almighty!  be*  my  shield,  thy  hand! 

When  fierce  oppression  terror  brings, 
My  covert  be,  thy  spreading  wings  ! 
2* 


18  PSALM  17, 

4  From  wickedness,  thy  dreadful  sword, 
Preserve  my  life,  my  soul,  O  Lord  ! 

From  men  of  this  world,  and  their  schemes,. 
Their  projects  dark,  their  waking  dreams ! 

5  Your  portion  earth  !   then  take  your  fill ; 
Indulge  base  appetite  and  will ; 
Crown  high  the  cup,  the  gay  repast ; 

dim.  And  leave  your  wealth  to  fools  at  last  I 

6  My  spirit  righteousness  desires ; 
To  see  thy  face,  O  God  !   aspires  : 

It  tramples  earth ;   awakes  from  death ; 
Inhales,  above,  immortal  breath  ! 

Annan  :   G.  C.     Bostock,  pec.   H.  fy  H.}  ed.  1823.     The  Rich 
Man:  Z. 


18.         PART    I.       L.   M. 

Religion  vindicated  against  her  enemies. 
Maestoso. 

i  My  rock,  my  fortress,  and  my  tower, 
My  God,  I  love,  of  boundless  power  I 
In  song  I  '11  celebrate  his  praise, 
To  him  address  my  noblest  lays. 

2  Unrighteousness  a  torrent  flow'd  ; 

The  powers  of  death  my  pathway  strode  ; 
To  God  I  rais'd  a  piercing  cry  ; 
He  heard !  he  rent  the  nether  sky  ! 

3  Earth  shudder'd  !   its  foundations  heav'd! 
The  smoking  hills  in  thunder  breath'd ! 
Before  the  Lord,  devouring  fire 
Announc'd  his  advent,  and  his  ire  ! 

4  Descending  from  the  eternal  height, 
Beneath  him  roll'd  tempestuous  night ; 
His  sword  avenging  lightnings  threw, 
On  wings  of  cherubim  he  flew. 


PSALM  18.  19 

I  TTis  presence  Stay'd  the  'whelming  flood  ! 
The  balanced  waters  trembling  stood ! 
M\  enemies,  in  wild  dismay, 
Beheld,  and  fled,  the  bright  display. 

e  Jehovah  is  the  living  God  I 
\\\<  wrath  in  dreadful  triumph  rode! 
It  made'  the  bosta  of  Bin  to  cease  ! 

It  bore,  to  hi>  beloved,  peace  ! 

Monmouth  :  H.  V  H.     Aloicctti :  Z.,  p.  26. 


18.      PART.     II.      L.     M. 

The  righteous  warrior. 
Con  spirito. 

i  Perfection  shines  in  all  thy  way-, 

O  God  !   to  claim  our  highest  praise  ! 
Thy  words  are  tried  ;   without  compeer, 
Thou  rulest  in  the  heavenly  sphere  ! 

2  By  thee  upborne,  my  feet  shall  leap 
The  mound,  and  scale  the  lofty  keep  1 
These  hands,  with  more  than  mortal  force, 
Shall  stay  the  rider  in  his  course  ! 

3  Salvation  is  the  warrior's  shield  ; 
The  bow  of  steel  to  faith  shall  yield  ! 
The  foe,  discomfited,  pursu'd, 

By  arms  divine  shall  be  subdu'd  ! 

4  Jehovah  lives  !   his  people's  rock  ! 

That  fears  nor  time,  nor  storm,  nor  shock  ! 
Deliv'rer  !   thy  support  1  '11  bless; 
Thy  own  the  victory  confess! 

5  The  world  shall  hear  my  grateful  song, 
My  thanks  be  paid  the  saints  among  ; 
Well  pleas'd,  I'll  trace  thy  providence, 
Thy  mercy,  and  munificence  ! 

Putnam.  H.  V  H.     Adoration:  Z. 


20  PSALM  19. 

PART    I.     T.    7. 

God  manifested  in  his  works. 
Maestoso. 

i  Is  there  not  a  God  on  high  ?  J 

Ask  yon  bright  and  beauteous  sky  I 
Stars,  instruct  us  as  ye  shine, 
Whence  your  radiance  benign, 

2  Say,  what  potentate  of  space 
Speeds  the  planet  in  its  race  ? 
Bids  the  glorious  orb  of  day 
Gild  with  light  the  ethereal  way  ? 

3  Who  the  mechanism  plann'd  ? 
Whose  the  forming,  guiding,  hand  ?  — • 
Ask  thy  consciousness,  O  man, 
What  but  mind  can  form  a  plan  ? 

4  What  but  an  almighty  force 
Can  sustain  an  endless  course  ? 
Bind,  in  an  eternal  chain, 
Earth  to  the  celestial  train  ? 

5  Sense  they  have  not ;  all  are  dumb ; 
Blind  they  wander,  silent  come  ; 
Whence  the  spring  of  their  career. 
Who  the  Former  of  the  sphere  ? 

6  Search  thy  inmost  thoughts  again  ; 
Hear  the  voice  of  heaven  in  men  !  — 
Thine,  O  God  of  glory  !  thine, 
Power  almighty,  skill  divine  ! 

Latrobe :  Z. 


PSALM  19.  21 

TAUT    II.       T.    7. 

Excellence  of  God's  law. 

osp.  i  Fairest  work,  O  Lord!  thy  law 
Fills  a  trembling  world  with  awe  ' 
Changeth  the  untoward  hearts, 
Wi-dom  to  the  tool  imparts. 

2  Charms  of  vice  thy  tear  withstands  ; 
Just  and  good  are  thy  commands ; 
All  thy  statutes,  Lord  !   are  right, 
Source  of  every  pure  delight. 

3  Not  the  gold  from  Ophir's  mine 
Can  compare  with  truth  divine  ; 
Nor  its  sweetness,  lost,  atone  — 
Honey  trickling  from  the  comb. 

4  Counsel  its  monitions  give, 
How  to  die,  and  how  to  live  ! 
Hold  its  precepts  in  regard, 
Life  and  bliss  are  thy  reward  ! 

Nelson:   G.  C.     Leo  Hassler ;  major:  Z. 

19.      PART    III.        T.    7. 

Human  frailty. 
e«p.  i  Who,  of  man's  imperfect  race, 
Shall  endure  his  Maker's  face  ? 
Who  his  errors  can  explore, 
Secret  faults  can  number  o'er  ? 

2  Cleanse  me,  Lord !   from  every  sin, 
Dark  deceit  conceal'd  within  ! 
Vice,  and  its  polluting  stain, 
Bold  presumption,  lawless  gain  ! 

3  Kept  by  thine  all  powerful  aid, 
Firmly  shall  my  soul  be  stay'd : 
Passion's  tyranny  expire, 
Holiness  my  bosom  fire. 


22  PSALM  19. 

4  Form  my  heart  entirely  thine, 
Every  thought  and  word  benign  ! 
Grateful  then  my  prayer  shall  rise, 
Strong  Redeemer  !  to  the  skies  ! 

Norwich  :  M.     Kreutzer  :  Z. 


19.       VERSION    II.       C.    M. 

Glory  of  God  in  the  heavens. 

Maestoso. 

1  Thy  glory,  Lord !  divinely  streams 

Upon  the  opening  eye, 
When  morn,  array'd  in  crimson  beams, 
Hath  ting'd  the  eastern  sky. 

2  When  eve  puts  on  her  sable  hue, 

Thy  handy  work  is  seen, 
In  fires  that  pierce  the  deep'ning  blue, 
And  deck  the  night  serene. 

3  The  sun,  by  thee  in  splendors  drest, 

Attends  earth's  rapid  way  ; 

Reclining  now  on  ocean's  breast, 

Then  gilding  new  born  day. 

4  Where  orb  on  orb  inflame  the  sphere, 

Enthron'd  beneath  thy  feet, 
He  rules,  and  rolls,  the  circling  year, 
Sheds  light,  and  living  heat. 

Solo,  soprano  ;  pp. 

5  No  voice  is  heard,  no  sound  is  made, 

No  lips  in  praise  have  sung  ; 
But  movements,  silent  as  the  shade, 
Inspire  a  mortal  tongue. 

All. 

6.  Thus  day  to  day,  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Thus  night  to  night  proclaims, 
In  language  ceaseless  as  their  birth, 
The  Lord,  our  Maker,  reigns ! 
Sohcay  ;  peeuliar  :  B.  C.      Morning  Prayer :  Z* 


PSALM  -20  SI 

c.  iff. 

Anns  in  ■  righteous  canso. 
M     itoto. 

i  Jehovah  !  God  of  battle,  rifle  ! 
To  conquest  forward  ir<>  I 
With  dreadful  portents  from  the  skies 
Arre.-t  the  impetuous  foe  ! 

*2  Save,  Lord!   the  guardians  of  our  weal, 
Their  country's  flower  and  might  ! 
With  courage  arm,  and  glittering  steel, 
To  dare  the  vent'rous  fight  ! 

3  Thy  church  the  blessing  supplicates ; 

Accept  her  earnest  prayer  ! 
A  nation,  for  her  sons,  entreats 
Thy  mercy  and  thy  care  ! 

4  Behold  !   our  banners  in  the  name 

Of  Isr*el's  God  we  raise  ! 
The  waving  silk,  the  purple  flame, 
Reflect  Jehovah's  praise  ! 

5  The  martial  horse  let  others  boast, 

And  count  the  num'rous  sail ; 
Be  God  with  our  embattled  host, 
In  vain  the  oar  and  mail ! 

F. 

6  He  hears  !  he  saves  !   the  King  of  kings 

Will  answer  virtue's  call  ! 
To  her,  just  heaven  the  triumph  brings  : 
Her  adversaries  fall  ! 

Victory:    G.  C.      Joshua.   Z. 


24  PSALM  21. 


Messiah  crowned. 
Dolce. 

i  Fair  Zion  !  tell  thy  monarch's  joy 
In  realms  of  light  above  ! 
Let  Christ,  the  king,  thy  song  employ, 
And  crown  him  with  thy  love  ! 

2  Declare,  if  thought  the  heights  can  scale 

Of  that  sublime  abode, 
What  honors  his  within  the  veil ; 
And  crown  him  Son  of  God  ! 

3  Effulgence  brighter  than  the  day 

Confounds  the  tongue  of  strife  ; 
Eternal  ages  roll  away, 

And  crown  him  Prince  of  Life ! 

4  The  vision  of  the  Holy  One, 

A  kingdom  never  mov'd, 
Reward  the  obedience  of  the  Son, 
And  crown  him  well  belov'd  ! 

5  No  enemy  creates  alarm, 

No  dark  conspirator  ; 
Subdu'd,  they  feel  his  potent  arm, 
And  crown  him  conqueror ! 

6  Messiah's  God!   thyself  exalt, 

In  splendors  all  thy  own  ! 
Our  praise  shall  rend  the  empyreal  vault, 
And  crown  thee  God  alone  ! 

Tlshury ;    peculiar:    B.  C,   ed     1826.       December:   G.     C. 
Exhortation  :  Z. 


PSALM  22.  '25 

PART    I.       T.  B,  7,  Ac  4. 

Messiah's  passion. 
Plaintive  ;  .-oil.  pp. 

i  Father  !    God,  my  Father,  hearken  I 
'T  is  a  son  who  cries  to  thee ! 
Why,  my  God!  am  I  forsaken, 
Victim,  sacrifice,  to  be  ? 

Father  !   Father  ! 
Why  hast  thou  forsaken  me  ? 

I  View  this  tender  frame  distorted, 

Mangled  brow,  and  weeping  veins  ! 

Rack'd  and  torn,  my  limbs,  disjointed, 

Are  soffiis'd  with  crimson  stains  ! 

Pierc'd  and  fastened, 

Throb  my  hands,  my  feet,  with  pains  ! 

3  Father  !  God,  my  Father,  hearken! 
Why  hast  thou  forsaken  me  ? 
Ah  !   these  woes  creation  darken  ! 
Father  !   I  ascend  to  thee  ! 
It  is  finish'd  ! 
dim.    Spirit!   to  thy  Father  flee  ! 

ail  4  Thus  in  sacred  lore  was  written. 

Thus  endur'd  the  Saviour  dear  ! 
Sinner  !  o'er  the  Lamb  once  smitten, 
Canst  thou  yet  refuse  a  tear  ? 
For  thy  pardon, 
Came  he  sufPring,  dying,  here  ! 

Solo  : 

5  Finished  !  said  the  dying  Saviour  : 
a11-      Finish'd!  through  creation  rang ! 

p-  Finish'd  now  redeeming  favor  ! 
c  Finish'd  !  the  archangel  sang  ! 

p.  It  is  finish'd  ! 
Finish'd  all  for  guilty  man  ! 
Sicilian;  stanzas 4,  5,to  Calvary:  B.  C.     VitrUmg  :  Z. 

3 


26  PSALM  22. 

PART    II.       T.    7. 

Messiah's  recompense. 
Dolce. 

i  Wipe  away  the  flowing  tear  ! 
Saints,  dismiss  your  every  fear  ! 
Sorrow  now  be  turn'd  to  praise ! 
Love  to  lofty  wonder  raise  ! 

a  Saw  ye  not  your  suff'ring  Lord  ? 
Heard  ye  not  his  dying  word  ? 
Salem's  mystic  veil  it  rent ! 
To  the  throne  of  God  it  went ! 

3  There,  how  rapt'rous  was  the  voice  ! 
Earth  redeem'd  !  the  heav'ns  rejoice  ! 
Live  for  ever !  said  the  King  ; 

My  redeem'd  to  Zion  bring  ! 

4  Now  before  the  throne  he  lives ! 
Homage  to  his  Father  gives  ! 
'Mid  the  high  celestial  throng, 
Man's  redemption  is  the  song  ! 

5  Now,  to  earth's  remotest  ends, 
Ministers  of  grace  he  sends ; 
Peoples,  prostrate  in  the  dust, 
Rise,  and  in  Jehovah  trust ! 

6  Generations  yet  unborn 
Shall  Messiah's  reign  adorn  ; 
Gift  of  the  Almighty  bless  ; 
Turn  to  heaven  and  holiness. 

Nuremburg  :  H.  fy  H.     Beethoven :  Z. 


PSALM  23.  99 


Zion's  pastoral. 
1 1..' 

1  My  shepherd  is  divine  ! 
Hia  happy  Hock  lie  leads, 
Where  softest  rivers  flow, 
Where  bloom  the  verdant  meads. 

Thev  know  not  want ;  they  find  repose 
On  flow'ry  banks,  when  summer  glows, 

2  My  roving  feet  would  stray 
From  this  delicious  scene  ; 
And  quit,  for  lands  unknown. 
These  pastures  fair  and  green  ; 

He  brings  me  back,  to  bless  his  fold ; 
The  victim  frees,  a  captive  sold. 

3  Surpris'd  on  life's  dread  verge, 
Enthrall'd  in  death's  deep  gloom,. 
The  presence  of  my  God 

Shall  make  the  night  as  noon  ! 
No  ill  I  fear,  supplied  his  staff, 
And  guidance  through  the  dreary  path ! 

4  With  viands  exquisite 
My  table  God  hath  spread, 
In  sight  of  enemies 

Whose  hopes  denied  me  bread  ! 
My  crown  with  joy  he  makes  to  shine, 
My  flowing  cup  with  gen'rous  wine  1 

5  His  mercy,  all  my  hope, 
I  view  on  every  side  ! 

His  bounty,  copious  stream  ! 
Will  ever  near  me  glide  ! 
And,  earth  exchang'd  for  realms  above, 
Awaits  me  there  eternal  love  ! 
Albion  Chapel;  peculiar  :    B.  C\,  ed.  1626.     Scbastc  Bach  :  Z~ 


28  PSALM  23. 

VERSION.       II.       A.    8.      D. 

The  heavenly  shepherd. 
AJfettooso. 

i  The  Lord  is  my  shepherd  benign  ! 
No  want  shall  distress  me,  nor  woe  ! 
He  leads  me  to  pastures  divine, 
By  rivers  that  peacefully  flow  ! 
Ah  !  tempted  too  often  to  stray, 
He  rescues  from  error  and  sin  ; 
Restores  me  to  virtue's  bright  way, 
A  crown  everlasting  to  win  ! 

2  Where  terrors  of  darkness  impend, 
And  dangers  encompass  the  ground, 
His  staff  shall  my  footsteps  befriend, 
His  presence  illumine  around. 

Not  death's  gloomy  vale  shall  alarm, 
Nor  sever  my  soul  from  her  Lord  ; 
His  angels  will  screen  me  from  harm, 
My  faith  can  repose  on  his  word ! 

3  Let  wickedness  murmur  and  hate  ! 
My  table  his  bounty  hath  spread  ! 
Fair  competence  smiles  at  my  gate, 
Felicities  shower  on  my  head  ! 
With  blessings  the  choicest  of  time, 
His  goodness  encircles  my  days ; 
Reserv'd  is  a  hope  more  sublime, 
Eternity  spent  in  his  praise  ! 

Uxbridgc.  Arnc ;  TV.  C.     Wanworih  :  H.  Sf  H.    Sharon  :  G.  C. 


PSALM  24.  29 


C.    M. 


\M '•••nsioii  of  a  righteous  spirit  to  heaven. 
Baauehomfl« 
1  The  earth  is  thine,    its  varied  realms 
Are  thine,  almighty  Ciod  ! 
Sustained  by  thee,  it  spurns  the  sea, 
And  rises  o'er  the  tlood. 

9  Bui  who,  its  busy  tribes  among, 

To  Zion  shall  ascend  ! 

T  is  he  who  spurns  the  lure  to  wrong, 
Whose  steps  to  virtue  tend. 

3  'T  is  he  who  makes  celestial  truth 

His  early,  only,  guide; 
Whose  thoughts  from  folly  are  estrang'd, 
From  sin  are  purified. 

4  His  blessedness  the  Lord  hath  seal'd, 

A  title  to  the  skies  ; 
His  righteousness,  to  earth  reveal'd, 
To  heaven's  bright  orb  shall  rise. 

CHORUS.        L.    M. 

5  Lift  your  strong  barriers,  gates  sublime, 
Ye  portals  of  eternal  day  ! 

Speed,  speed,  thy  wing,  slow-moving  time  ! 
Receive  a  king  in  bright  array  ! 

6  Who  is  the  royal  claimant  ?  tell  ! 
He  comes  triumphant  over  sin  ! 
Fought  was  the  mortal  combat  well! 
Portals  of  bliss,  receive  him  in  ! 

Litchfield  :  H.   9f  H.      For  the  chorus,  tiro  last   staves    in 
Ckeskumi:  L  H. 

For  the  C.  M.  Loitis  Chant ;  for  the  Chorus,  Israel:  Z. 

3* 


30  PSALM  24. 

VERSION    II.       T.  &,  A.  8,  6,    &  5. 

Messiah's  ascension. 
Dolce. 

i  Unfold,  ye  everlasting  gates, 
Bright  portals  of  the  sky  ! 
Abase  your  strong  bands  \ 
A  sovereign  demands 
Admission  to  glory  on  high  ! 

Semichoius. 

2  One  only  sovereign  we  obey, 

One  Deity  adore  ; 

The  world,  by  him  made, 
In  ocean  he  laid  ; 
Nor  heeds  it  the  billow's  loud  roar. 

3  Its  wealth  and  wide  domain  are  his, 

Eternity  and  time  ; 

Who  then  shall  ascend 

To  heaven,  and  defend 

A  right  to  these  regions  sublime  ? 

4  The  pure  in  heart,  the  just,  the  kind, 

The  true  in  word  and  deed  ; 
Resign'd  to  God's  will, 
His  law  to  fulfill, 
Though  nations  to  falsehood  recede ! 

5  Within  this  holy  place  shall  stand 

The  image  of  his  God  ! 
Say,  heralds,  what  king, 
What  claim  doth  he  bring, 
These  arduous  heights  who  hath  trod? 

a11     6  'T  is  God's  own  son  !  the  prince  of  life 
Admittance  asks  to  dwell ; 
Messiah  his  name, 
By  conquest  his  claim, 
Redeemer  from  death  and  from  hell  ! 

BctkUhtm>  or  Christmas :   L.  H. 


PSALM  24.  31 

PART    II.       T.    7. 

Inrwiiih'i  ascension. 
M  u  • 
i  Risk,  ye  everlasting  gatefl  ! 
Lift  your  harrier-  !   k>,  aw  aits  ! 
Blooming  in  immortal  youth, 
One,  adorn'd  with  grace  and  truth  ! 

Sernichoras  ;  soprano. 

2  Who  shall  claim  admittance  here, 
Daring  to  ascend  the  sphere  ? 
Whence  he  comes,  arid  wherefore,  tell ! 
Hath  he  conquer'd  death  and  hell  ? 

All. 

3  Rise,  ye  gates  of  endless  bliss! 
Radiant  portals  !   lo  !   it  is, 

'T  is  the  conqueror  of  death! 
Hell  resigns  its  pois'nous  breath ! 

Semichoru9  ;  soprano. 

4  Who,  once  more  high  heav'n  demands. 
Waiting  at  this  portal  stands  ? 

Comes  he  of  celestial  line, 
Son  of  God,  by  gift  divine? 

Solo  ;  tenor. 

5  Rise,  O  rise,  eternal  gates! 
Christ,  the  Lord's  anointed,  waits! 

ail    Conqueror  of  death  and  sin, 

King  of  glory  !  enter  in  ! 
Aberdeen  :   G.  C.     Leuthard's  or    Telemanns  chant  i  Z. 


25.        PART    I.        C.    M. 

Sin  confessed,  and  pardon  sought. 
Plaintive. 

i  O  lead  me,  guide  of  erring  man, 

In  truth's  delightful  way! 

On  thee  I  wait,  to  thee   aspire, 

With  every  dawning  day ! 


32  PSALM  25. 

2  My  youthful  sins,  maturer  crimes, 

From  thy  remembrance  blot ! 
Let  mercy,  for  thy  own  name's  sake, 
Behold  me  without  spot ! 

3  Supreme  benevolence  is  thine, 

The  penitent  to  cheer ; 
In  wisdom  to  instruct  the  meek, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  fear. 

4  Oppress'd  with  guilt,  tremendous  load  ! 

Thy  mercy  I  implore ! 
Reliev'd  by  goodness  infinite, 
That  goodness  I'll  adore  ! 

Windsor  :  H.  ^  H.     Ungelenk  :  minor  :  Z. 


25.        PART    II.        C.    M. 

Advantage  of  fearing  the  Lord. 
Affl-ttuoso. 

i  Thine,  Lord  I   is  everlasting  love, 
And  overflowing  grace, 
To  all  who  venerate  thy  word, 
Thy  statutes  who  embrace  ! 

2  Shall  mortal  consecrate  to  thee, 

With  filial  fear,  his  powers? 
His  name  shall  be  prolong'd  on  earth, 
And  tranquil  be  his  hours ! 

3  The  paths  of  pleasantness  and  peace, 

To  him  thou  makest  known  ; 
The  light  of  virtue  shall  direct 
His  footsteps  to  thy  throne  ! 

4  No  terrors  shall  becloud  his  hope, 

Within  thy  covenant  blest ; 
The  friendship  of  a  God  shall  be  — 
His  everlasting  rest ! 

Clarendon  :  H.  fy  H.     Ungelenk  ;  major  t  Z. 


PSALM  2f>.  33 

T.    7. 
Confidence  of  a  sincere  worshipper.      Sacramental 

AJfotttKMO. 

i  Judge  of  heaven  and  earth!  to  thee, 
From  the  proud  and  false,  I  flee  : 

Prove  my  ways,  and  try  my  heart! 
Conscience,  if  defiTd,  will  smart ! 

2  Innocence  is  my  desire, 
Holiness,  celestial  fire  ! 
Pure  to  pay  the  solemn  vow, 
Humbly  at  thine  altar  bow. 

3  There  I  sing  aloud  thy  deeds, 
There  my  soul  for  mercy  pleads  ; 
There  redemption  I  obtain  ; 
Mercy  there,  and  pardon,  reign! 

4  Lord  !  thy  temple  I  have  lov'd, 
Every  rite  divine  approv'd  ; 
Where  thy  honors  find  abode 
Zealous,  I  have  sought  my  God  ! 

5  Far  from  sinners  be  my  lot, 
In  the  palace  or  the  cot ! 
When  mortality  shall  cease, 
Endless  be  my  glad  release  ! 

6  Then  array'd  in  righteousness, 
Shall  my  soul  thy  mercy  bless; 
Then,  with  all  the  host  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

Fairfax  :   G.   C.     Pilgrims  Chard :  Z. 


34  PSALM  27. 

PART    I.       L.    Iff. 

Desire  after  the  sanctuary. 
Affettuoso. 

i  Jehovah  is  my  splendent  light, 
My  safety,  ornament,  and  might ; 
Defence  and  guardian  ever  near, 
What  power  of  mortals  need  I  fear  ? 

2  In  this  against  surrounding  hosts, 
Against  their  wild,  infuriate  boasts; 
When  horrid  war  my  peace  hath  rent, 
In  this  will  I  be  confident. 

s  One  thing  supremely  I  desire  ;  — - 
Within  thy  temple  to  inquire  ; 
To  one,  O  God  !  my  wishes  tend  ;  — 
With  thee  my  happiest  days  to  spend. 

4  Yea,  should  affliction  overwhelm, 
Should  death  enlarge  its  gloomy  realm, 
Thy  sanctuary's  safe  recess 

A  refuge  opens  from  distress. 

5  Amid  a  world  of  strife  and  woe, 
Salvation  there,  and  peace,  I  know ; 
While  joy  inspires  the  grateful  song, 
And  themes  celestial  tune  my  tongue  ! 

Rothicell  ;  peculiar:  B.  C.     H.ller  , 


'Zi.       PART    II.        L.    M. 

Appeal  to  the  divine  compassion. 
Plaintive. 

i  My  God  !   thy  offspring,  and  thy  care, 
Implores  a  refuge  from  despair  ! 
Wilt  thou  not  hear  and  answer  me  ? 
Denied  must  thy  sweet  presence  be  ? 


PSALM  27.  :r> 

I  No!    sooner  shall  a  father's  love, 
A  mother's  bosom,  faithless  prove! 
Though  natun\  friendship,  love,  betray, 
Divine  compassions  ne'er  decay  ! 

3  Shine,  Lord  !   upon  thy  servant's  path  ! 
Disperse  the  storms  of  human  wrath  ! 
Beneath  the  gentle  ray  of  peace, 
Direct  my  way  to  happiness ! 

Hebron  i  IL  If  H.     Dublin  i   G.  C.     Distress  :  Z 


ZO.       C.    M. 

Prayer  answered. 
AAetti 

i  My  Father,  my  eternal  stay  ! 
Attend,  while  I  complain  ! 
Nor  wrapt  in  silence,  disregard 
A  suppliant's  mournful  strain  ! 

:  Thy  frown  might  shake  the  universe  ! 
Xeo-Jected  I  expire  ! 
Canst  thou  a  worshipper  disdain. 
Who  burns  with  holy  fire  ? 

3  Be  this  the  fate  of  wickedness, 

On  direful  mischief  bent ! 
Who  dare  creation's  Lord  deny, 
Uprooted  be  their  tent  ! 

4  But  God  will  hear,  and  answer  me. 

In  providence  and  grace  : 
My  heart  confideth  in  his  love  : 
With  songs  I  11  seek  his  face. 

6  Salvation,  Lord!   and  strength  divine. 
On  thy  redeem'd  bestow  : 
With  food  sustain,  with  vict'ry  cheer, 
While  militant  below  ! 

Stephens  :  H.  A-  H      Supplication  ■   Z 


36  PSALM  29. 


T.       SIX  LINE 


Deity  manifested  in  the  elements. 
Maestoso. 

i  Give,  ye  sons  of  fame  and  might, 
Glory  to  the  Infinite  ! 
Potentates,  your  homage  bring! 
Hail  him,  universal  King  ! 
Worship  in  his  courts  sublime  ! 
Praise  him,  all  of  every  clime  ! 

a  See  him  in  the  forky  flash, 
Riving  earth  with  fearful  crash  ! 
In  the  drop-descending  rain, 
Torrents  deluging  the  plain  ! 
In  the  swelling  of  the  seas, 
Lash'd  and  rifted  by  the  breeze  ! 

3  Voice  of  heav'n  !  frail  natures  shrink  ! 
Quir'ring  on  destruction's  brink ! 
Hear  it  sigh  the  groves  among ! 
Forests  then  are  hurl'd  along  ! 
Tremulous,  the  mountains  shake  ! 
Loud  the  lofty  cedars  break ! 

4  Feel  it  when  sirocco  glows  ! 
Death  the  fervid  torrent  blows! 
Streaming  fires  the  desert  trace, 
Man,  and  all  his  works,  efface  ! 
Hosts  expiring  strew  the  land ! 
Whirlwinds  toss  the  funeral  sand  ! 

5  'T  is  the  Lord  !   his  sovereign  voice 
Moves  the  flood,  or  stills  its  noise  ; 
Calms  the  tumult  of  the  soul, 

Bids  the  storm  of  conscience  roll! 
Cheers  the  righteous,  to  await 
Bliss  of  an  eternal  state ! 

Turin;  peculiar:  L.  H.  ;   the  last  four  strains  of  the  air  are, 
alternately  v.  and  f.     Maurcr  :   Z. 


PSALM  30.  '*? 

L.    M. 

Prosperity  deceitful. 
Mm  -toso. 

1  Prepare,  ye  saint-,  a  aoble  strain, 

To  celebrate  Jehovah's  fame! 

In  sweet  remembrance  of  his  love, 

O  render  thanks  to  God  above ! 

a  J  J  is  anger  but  a  moment  burns; 
His  mercy  smiles,  and  life  returns; 
Though  sorrow  cloud  the  night  with  tears, 
A  blissful  morn  dispels  our  fears. 

Soli.     Minor. 

3  Prosperity,  delusive  mien  ! 

Had  rear'd  her  mount,  array'd  her  scene  ! 
Elate,  upon  the  height  I  stood, 
Nor  storm  foresaw,  nor  rising  flood  ! 

4  Ah !   woful  change  !   thy  favor  lost, 
On  life's  tempestuous  ocean  tost, 

By  pain  subdu'd,  o'erwhelmed  with  grief, 
In  cries  and  prayers  I  sought  relief. 

5  Omnipotent !   canst  thou  delight 
In  exiles  to  the  shades  of  night  ? 

Thy  truth  can  dust  and  death  rehearse. 
Thy  wonders,  to  the  universe  ] 

All.     Major, 

6  Cease,  mourner  !   heaven  replied,  to  weep ! 
No  more  that  garb  of  sadness  keep, 

Let  hope  relume  her  beauteous  form, 
And  joy  thy  countenance  adorn  ! 

7  Nor  death,  nor  dust,  nor  waning  star, 
Nor  worlds  dissolved,  my  praise  shall  bar  1 
Thy  powers  in  silence  shall  not  lie, 

But  range  a  blest  eternity  ! 
AngeVs  Hymn,  and  for  stanzas  3,  4.  5,  Dublin  :    G.  C. 
Transitntness;  major  and  mhwr  •   Z. 
4 


38  PSALM  31. 

T.    7    &    4. 

Weariness  of  earth,  and  longing  for  heaven. 
Plaintive. 

1  Heavenly  goodness  !  vast  and  free  ! 
Flowing  from  eternity ! 

Hide  me  in  thy  secret  place  ! 
Wrap  me  in  thy  blest  embrace  ! 

Shield,  O  shield  me, 
Brightness  of  redeeming  grace  ! 

2  Earth  a  dreary  waste  appears  ; 
Sighs  and  cares  consume  my  years  ; 
Now  forgotten  as  the  dead, 

On  the  gloomy  verge  I  tread  ; 

Light  celestial, 
Shine  upon  this  drooping  head ! 

3  Strength  and  solace  of  my  heart, 
Thou  canst  soothe  the  rending  smart  ! 
All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand  ; 

Bear  me  from  this  weary  land  ! 

Take,  O  take  me ! 
Lord  !   I  fly  at  thy  command ! 

4  Faint  not,  pilgrim,  on  the  way  ; 
'T  is  the  toil  of  one  short  day! 
Sons  of  virtue,  courage  take  ! 
Deity  your  portion  make  ; 

Hail  his  coming  ! 
Morning  soon  shall  on  you  break ! 

Barbary  :   Sicilian  :  B.  C.     Wicklow  :  H.  $>  H.  ed.  1829. 
Aspiration  :  .4.  L. 


PSALM  32.  :39 

S.    M. 
Pardon  on  repentance. 

Plaintive. 

Bti  mine,  O  God  !   their  peace, 
Whose  Bins  are  cover'd  o'er  ; 
A\  hose  hearts,  in  guileless  penitence, 
Abide  at  mercy's  door  ! 

i     While  proudly  I  suppress'd 

Confession  of  my  guilt, 
Affrighted  conscience,  in  remorse, 
Thy  indignation  felt. 

3  Acknowledg'd  and  deplor'd, 
Forgiveness  I  obtain'd  ; 

Repentance  pardon  brought  from  heaven, 
And  hope,  and  peace,  regain'd. 

4  With  pity  thus  are  blest 

The  righteous,  when  they  fall, 
Though  justice  threaten  to  o'erwhelm, 
Yet  mercy  hears  their  call. 

5  The  flood  shall  not  engulph, 
The  flame  shall  not  devour  ; 

Thro'  trouble,  and  thro'  storm,  they  're  borne, 
In  that  terrific  hour  ! 

6  Then  turn  not  from  reproof, 
But  will  to  reason  bend  ; 

Lest,  prone  and  stubborn,  like  the  brute, 
Unpitied  be  thy  end  ! 

Yarmouth  :  H.  V  H.     Latria  :  Z. 


40  PSALM  33.     part  i.     s.  m. 

Power  the  instrument  of  divine  benevolence. 
Maestoso.     Semichorus. 

i        Sing,  army  of  the  blest! 

Ye  righteous  band,  rejoice  ! 
Let  praise,  your  just,  your  joyous,  theme, 

Fill  every  heart  and  voice  ! 
Chorus.     Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  Halleluiah  ! 

Semichorus. 

2  Strike,  strike,  the  sounding  lyre  ! 
The  song  harmonious  raise  ! 

Touch  skilfully  the  tuneful  strings, 
And  press  the  pealing  keys  ! 

Chorus.     Praise,  &c. 

Semichorus. 

3  Jehovah's  word  is  truth  ; 
His  works,  perfection  all  ! 

Benevolence  design'd  the  sphere, 

And  fram'd  this  floating  ball. 
4    Omnipotent,!heefwilFd, 

And  heaven  in  beauty  shone ! 
Let  earth  appear  !  the  sea  retire  ! 
He  spake  !   and  it  was  done  ! 
5        O  blest  of  human  kind, 
Inheritance  divine, 
To  boundless  power,  creating  love, 
A  wreath  of  praise  entwine  ! 

Chorus.     Praise,  &>c. 
Silver-Street;  pec.   B.  C.      Weinlich:  Z.,  without  the  chorus. 


33.       PART    II.       C.    M. 

Confidence  fitly  placed  in  God  alone. 
Affettuoso. 

i  From  heaven,  a  pitying  Father  sees 
The  wayward  sons  of  men  ; 
He  form'd  their  powers,  observes  their  thoughts, 
Rapacious  to  obtain. 


PSALM  *5.  41 

i  Vain  strife  !   no  monarch,  by  his  host, 
Defeat  or  death  can  fly  ; 
N<»r  strength,  nor  speed,  nor  wealth,  can  save 
Whom  God  appoint-  to  die  ! 

3  But  with  complacency  divine, 

1  he  righteous  he  regards  ; 
The  just,  the  gen'rous,  and  the  mild, 
With  mercy  he  rewards. 

Walsall :  H.  fy  H.     Trust  i  Z. 


34.       PART    I.       L.    M. 

Continual  praise  due  for  continual  mercies. 
Affettuoso. 

i  I  'll  bless  the  Lord  !  his  lovely  praise 
Refines  my  heart,  exalts  my  lays  : 
My  voice  shall  hail  his  rising  ray, 
And  praise  him  at  departing  day. 

2  Of  him  I  '11  boast !  his  matchless  power 
Shall  be  the  theme  of  every  hour  ! 
Catch,  sorrowing  souls,  the  holy  flame  ! 
Your  feeblest  faith  he  '11  never  shame. 

3  Join,  every  heart,  and  voice,  with  mine, 
To  magnify  the  name  divine  ! 

I  sought  the  Lord,  his  aid  was  nigh  ; 
Unseen  no  tear,  unheard  no  sigh  ! 

4  O  taste,  and  see,  what  goodness  dwells, 
What  err  ace,  in  him  ;  what  love  excels  ; 
Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  cease  to  fear 
Aught  else  above,  below,  the  sphere ! 

5  Roar,  savage  strength,  and  want  thy  food  ! 
The  righteous  lack  no  real  good  : 

Blest  is  their  lot,  and  bright  their  trust, 
When  pomp,  and  pride  shall  dwell  in  dust ! 

Portsmouth  :  H.  ^  H.      Cathedral  Chant :  Z. 
1 


42  PSALM  34. 

PART    II.       C.    M. 

Security  of  the  righteous. 
Affettuoso. 

i  Surrounded  by  celestial  guards, 
The  good  man  lives  and  dies ! 
No  weariness  their  speed  retards, 
Xor  foe  eludes  their  eves. 

2  Try,  hapless  men,  your  Father's  love, 

Accept  his  offer'd  grace  ; 
The  vast  felicity  to  prove, 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 

3  With  filial  veneration,  saints, 

Regard  the  Lord  most  high ; 
When  sorrows  urge,  when  nature  faints, 
He  '11  every  want  supply. 

Havanna  :  H.  8f  H.       Cher  okas  : 


34.       PART    III.       L.    M. 

General  calamity. 
Plaintive. 

i  Afflictions,  oft  as  they  betide 
The  just  man  in  their  deluge  wide, 
O'erwhelm  not  in  the  mighty  stream ; 
On  him  celestial  mercies  beam. 

Grave. 

2  Borne  down,  and  buried  in  the  deep, 
Of  every  name  a  ghastly  heap, 
The  wicked  meet  resistless  fate, 
And  leave  their  houses  desolate  ! 

Maestoso. 

3  But  servants  of  the  living  God, 
Reliev'd  from  earth's  oppressive  load, 
Within  the  house  not  made  by  hands, 
Fulfil  his  great,  his  glad,  commands  ! 

Msdway  :  H.  fy  H.    Annan  :  G.  C.     The  Pious  Man  : 


PSALM  34.  13 

PART    IV.       L.    If. 

Religion  in  youth. 
Atf.  •• 

n :.  children,  hear  a  father's  word. 
W  ho  briii  £s  sel  from  the  Lon 

Attend,  if  after  bliss  you  pant ; 
If  length  of  happy  day-  you  want  ! 

•2  Let  falsehood  ne'er  your  lips  defile  ! 
Disdain  the  unwary  to  beguile  ! 
Four  every  thought  and  word  be  pure; 
The  arts  of  flattery  abjure ! 

3  Refrain  from  violence,  and  wrong, 
Committed  or  by  deed  or  tongue  ; 
Let  charity,  that  heavenly  fire, 

And  lovely  peace,  your  souls  inspire  ! 

4  Beneath  the  eye  of  heaven  pursue 
"Whate'er  is  holy,  just,  and  true! 
That  eye  pervades  remotest  space, 
And  virtue  wraps  in  its  embrace! 

a  Against  the  wicked,  mark  it,  youth  ! 
Jehovah's  presence  burns  with  wrath  ! 
Their  names  on  earth  will  he  debase, 
From  heaven  and  happiness  erase  ! 

6  Should  vice  allure  thee  to  her  snare, 
O  rend  her  fetters  !   nor  despair  ! 
To  penitent  and  contrite  hearts. 
Salvation  still  the  Lord  imparts ! 

M  Saints:  H.  $  H.      World's  Pmut,  •  Z. 


44  PSALM  35. 

L.    M. 

Appeal  to  God  against  unprovoked  national  aggression. 
Con  anima. 

i  Defend  our  cause,  thou  righteous  God  ! 
Indignant,  bear  thy  heaviest  rod ! 
Assume  the  spear,  the  sword,  the  shield  ! 
Protect  our  forts  and  tented  field  ! 

2  Confusion  in  their  councils  spread, 
Who  dare  on  innocence  to  tread  ; 
In  rout,  and  ignominious  flight, 
Disperse  their  host,  destroy  their  might ! 

3  With  coward  skill,  with  treach'rous  art, 
They  set  the  snare,  they  steep  the  dart ! 
In  ambush  for  the  helpless  lie  ! 

The  smiling  babe  and  matron  die  ! 

4  O  God  !  despoil  their  cruel  arms  ! 

In  virtue's  cause  prepare  thy  storms  ! 

Expose,  before  the  universe, 

How  false  the  plea  their  tongues  rehearse ! 

5  With  friendship  feign' d  they  spoke  of  peace  ; 
From  injuries  they  never  cease  ! 

For  succour  granted  in  distress, 

Our  lives  they  seek,  our  lands  oppress! 

6  And  canst  thou  see  the  righteous  torn? 
Her  ruin'd  laws  shall  justice  mourn  ? 
Ascend,  in  flames  ascend,  thy  car, 
Appear  the  dreadful  God  of  war  ! 

Peace:  Z. 


PSALM  36.  48 


Providence. 


1  Tnv  goodn  «s,  Lord  !  through  heaven  extends, 
In  copious  showers  to  earth  descends; 

Thy  righteousness  Mirmounteth  far 
The  misty  height,  the  morning  star. 

2  Thy  judgments  we  hehold  around  ; 
Thy  providence,  a  deep  profound, 
Yet  glowing,  sparkling,  as  the  spray 
That  sweeps  with  light  the  trackless  way  ! 

3  Safeguard  of  every  sentient  thing, 
The  roaming  beast,  the  rapid  wing, 
Thine  offspring,  and  thine  image  here, 
Their  hopes  beneath  its  lustre  cheer. 

4  Above  the  crouching,  earth-born,  clan, 
Thv  own  right  hand  exalteth  man, 

To  fields  where  fruits  immortal  grow, 
"Where  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow. 

b  O  fount  of  everlasting  bliss  ! 
Completion  of  each  sacred  wish  ! 
There  shall  the  righteous  thirst  no  more  ; 
Unveil'd  thy  glories,  there  adore  ! 

Proctor  :  H.  <y  H.     Firmament :  Z. 


40  PSALM  37. 

PART    I.        C.    M. 

Righteousness  adorned  by  amiableness. 

Espressivo. 

i  The  steps  of  righteous  men  to  trace, 
Be  now  my  sweet  employ  ; 
Delighted  heaven  observes  their  path, 
Though  not  unmix' d  the  joy. 

2  Alas!   by  human  frailty  press'd, 

Their  feet  too  oft  may  slide  ; 
Yet  see  outstretched  a  hand  divine, 
The  falt'ring  step  to  guide. 

3  From  youth  to  age  attentive  mark 

Their  progress  and  their  end  ; 
Life's  gloomy  scenes,  when  deep'ning  most, 
Still  brighten'd  by  a  friend. 

4  To  soft  compassion  early  form'd, 

Their  breasts  with  pity  heave  : 
The  cry  of  want,  the  geivrous  claim, 
In  silence  they  relieve. 

5  Or  little  which  the  righteous  have, 

If  narrow  be  their  store, 
Is  better  fir  than  worlds  of  wealth, 
And  sin's  polluted  ore. 

6  I  have  been  young,  and  now  am  old, 

And  righteousness  I  've  seen, 
In  poverty  endure  no  lack, 
Content,  and  never  mean  ! 

t  Behold  it  at  the  parting  hour  ! 
"T  is  heaven's  benign  release  ! 
Probation  past,  the  victry  won, 

T  is  everlasting  peace  ! 
Dundee:  H.fyH.    Elliot:   G.C.    Sabbath  Chant :  Z. 


PSALM  37.  17 

TART    II.        C.     M. 

The  righteous  judge. 

Maestoso. 

i  How  just  the  sentence,  clear  the  truths, 
From  righteous  lips  that  fall  ! 
From  soul-inspiring  eloquence, 
Arous'd  at  virtue's  call  ! 

9  Within  his  heart  the  just  man  graves 
The  statutes  of  his  God  ; 
There  righteousness,  enthron'd  in  light, 
Reveres  no  earthly  nod. 

3  Nor  wily  watchfulness  of  foe, 

Nor  tyrant's  stormy  frown, 
Can  change  the  sentence,  fault  impute  ; 
Nor  clamor  crush  him  down. 

4  His  is  a  power,  the  infinite  ! 

That  lays  the  haughty  low  : 
Whose  breath  shall  sweep  away  the  vile, 
To  shame,  to  death,  to  woe  ! 

5  Arraign'd,  he  shall  not  be  condemn'd ; 

But  firm  of  heart  shall  stand  ; 
And,  when  the  wicked  are  no  more, 
Shall  see  the  promis'd  land  ! 

6  O  justice,  arbiter    supreme  ! 

Belov'd  of  heaven  in  men  ! 
Thy  precepts  raise  our  fallen  race 
To  paradise  again  ! 

Barby  :  H.  4*  H.     Joshua  :  Z. 


48  PSALM  37.     part  hi.     c.  m. 

The  tyrant. 

grave  I  saw  the  wicked  rise  to  power  ! 
'T  was  like  a  whelming  blast ! 
He  sat  on  high  !  he  sat  an  hour ! 
The  nations  stood  aghast ! 

2  His  brow,  with  laurel  verdure  bound, 

Heroic  honors  claim'd ; 
Its  fruit,  of  bloody  brilliants,  crown'd  — 
The  tyrant,  father  nam'd  ! 

3  The  hour  was  gone ;  my  dazzled  eye 

Its  splendors  would  review : 
I  look'd !   I  sought !  nor  earth,  nor  sky, 
The  fearful  vision  knew  ! 

4  Nor  pomp,  nor  parasite,  appear'd  ; 

The  son  of  pride  was  not ! 
In  violence  his  fame  was  rear'd  ; 
His  memory  shall  rot ! 

The  Tyrant :  A.  L. 

38.     c.  m. 

Penitence  in  the  decline  of  a  wicked  life. 

piai.    My  Father!   chasten  not  in  wrath! 
O  mitigate  thy  hand ! 
Thine  arrows  deeply  pierce  my  heart, 
Fast  ebbs  life's  wasting  sand ! 

2  Decay,  time's  fearful  messenger, 

Hath  seiz'd  my  trembling  frame  ; 
More  fearful  guilt  bows  down  my  head, 
And  racks  my  soul  with  pain  ! 

3  Who  once  my  friendship  sought  with  zeal, 

Or  kindred  proudly  claim'd, 
Now,  wrapt  in  cold  reserve,  neglect; 
Or,  notic'd,  seem  asham'd ! 


PSALM  38.  N 

4  By  earth  abandoned,  guilt  assailM, 
In  agony  I  lie  J 
My  God  !   for  Ihy  own  mercy's  >ake, 
Let  not  a  suppliant  die  ! 

Darkness:  Z 


39.      t.  :. 

Vanity  and  brevity  of  human  life. 
Plaintive. 

i  If iraiNG  on  thy  fate,  O  man, 
Sorrow  through  the  vision  ran  ; 
Grief,  in  silence  sulTer'd  long, 
Kindled  into  plaintive  song. 

2  Teach  me,  Lord  !   to  know  my  end  ! 
What  the  goal  to  which  I  tend  ! 
What  the  number  of  my  days  ; 
Wisely  how  to  choose  my  ways. 

3  Few  and  short  !   a  hand-breadth's  space  ! 
Such  the  limit  of  our  race  ! 

Vanity  inscribed  upon  — 
Every  cottage,  every  throne  ! 

4  Shadowy  forms,  a  gaudy  train, 
Agitate  the  sons  of  fame  ; 
Glitt'ring  heaps  the  hoarder  cheat  : 
Heirs  unknown  his  toil  shall  greet  ! 

5  Beauty!   charming,  changeful,  tlower  ! 
Bloomiuir,  fading,  in  the  hour  ! 
Strength,  consumed  before  the  moth, 
Tell  a  fearful  tale  of  wrath  ! 

6  Hence,  deceitful  phantoms,  hence  ! 
God  shall  be  my  confidence  ! 
Sorrow  hallow'd,  sin  forgiven, 
Lasting  joys  be  mine  in  heaven  ! 

Pleyel's  Hymn  :   H.  <y  H.     Pilgrim's  Chant  :   Z. 

5 


50  PSALM  40. 

PART    I.  H.    M. 

Messiah  the  mediator. 
Maestoso. 

i      Unnumber'd  are  thy  works, 
O  God  !   for  mortals  wrought ! 
Thy  mercies  to  recount, 
Exceeds  the  power  of  thought ! 
O  love  divine  !   what  tongue  can  tell 
Thy  victories  o'er  sin  and  hell  ? 

2  When    sacrifice  should  cease, 
And  incense  burn  no  more  ; 
With  purer  gifts  when  saints 
Thy  blessings  should  implore ; 

Messiah  comes!  from  days  of  old, 
By  seers  inspir'd,  and  signs,  foretold. 

3  He  comes,  entomb'd  in  flesh, 
The  herald  of  thy  will  ; 
Thy  law  is  in  his  heart, 

Its  precepts  to  fulfil : 
A  ruin'd  world  to  renovate, 
His  life  he  comes  to  consecrate. 

4  Inspiring  truth  distils, 
Like  honey,  from  his  lips  ; 
Attention,  dumb  with  awe, 
The  precious  balsam  sips! 

His  doctrine  spreads  through  every  clime, 
Unbounded  by  remotest  time. 


PSALM  40.  51 

Plaintive. 

5       Yet  wail,  thou  guilty  earth  ! 
Thy  woe-  Messiah  bean  ! 
A  victim   lor  thy  peace, 
The  martyr's  wreath  he  wears  ! 
No  conscious  sin  extorts  those  sighs  ; 
dim.  For  us  he  groans  !   for  us  he  dies  ! 

Haddam  :  //.  $r  H.     Rosttti ;  major  and  minor  :  Z. 


40.       PART    II.       H.    M. 

Confidence  in  God  rewarded. 

AfiV  ttuoso. 

i       I  wept  !   Jehovah  saw  ! 
lie  listen'd  to  my  crv  ! 
A  Father's  pitying  hand 
Hath  wip'd  this  weeping  eye  ! 
From  deepest  woe,  to  joys  sublime, 
He  bids  me  rise,  by  grace  divine  1 

2       Upon  a  rock  he  fix'd 

My  ever  sure  abode  ; 

Inspired  my  tongue  to  sin g 

My  Father,  and  my  God  ! 
A  song  of  praise,  which  earth  shall  hear; 
While  saints  rejoice,  and  sinners  fear. 

3      Happy,  thrice  happy,  who, 

By  sore  temptation  tried, 

Deceit  and  falsehood  spurn, 

In  Deity  confide  ! 
Their  faith  nnfeign'd,  nor  power,  nor  art, 
Nor  pleasure's  toils,  from  heaven  can  part  ! 

Alhlon  Chapel;  peculiar :  B.  C.  ed.  1826.     Scbastc  Bach:  Z. 


52  PSALM  41. 


Charity. 
Espressivo.     Semichorus;  p. 

i  O  charity  !   how  fair,  how  blest  ! 
Providing  for  the  stranger  rest  ; 
For  poverty,  the  banquet  sweet ; 
For  age  and  helplessness  retreat ! 

2  Herald  divine,  she  brings  release  ! 
The  penitent  she  soothes  to  peace  ; 
Her  hands  bestow  the  heavenly  word  ; 
She  calls  the  nations  to  her  Lord  ! 

3  Bright  impress  of  the  Deity, 

He  shares  his  loveliest  work  with  thee  ! 
Relumes  thy  fires,  when  nature  dies  ; 
Prepares  thy  welcome  to  the  skies ! 

4  Of  earthly  good  a  rich  supply, 
Felicities  with  God  on  high, 

Thy  crown,  O  charity,  shall  weave, 
Thy  toils  to  glory  shall  receive ! 

Chorus.        Doxology. 

5  To  God,  the  fount  of  virtue,  pay, 

On  earth,  in  heaven,  the  immortal  lay  ! 
From  everlasting  are  his  days ; 
To  everlasting  be  his  praise  ! 

Ward  ;  chorus  to  Old  lOOtft  :  H.  fy  H.      Eliot :     G.  C. 
Prise  ilia  ;  chorus  to   Temple  Chant :  Z. 


PSALM  4&  58 

T.    7.    D. 

Charms  of  public  worship. 
Espressivo  ;  pp. 

i  Pants  the  bounding  roe  to  drink 
At  the  stream's  pellucid  brink  ; 
Longs  my  soul,  with  ardor  more, 
God,  her  Father,  to  adore  ; 
Burns  with  unextinguished  flame, 
Heard  Jehovah's  glorious  name  ! 
Stretcheth  an  impatient  wing, 
For  the  palace  of  her  king. 

2  There,  amid  the  festal  throng, 
Oft  I  raise  the  sacred  song  ; 

Thence  my  thoughts,  in  rapt'rous  flight, 
Bear  me  to  the  realms  of  light : 
Mem'ry,  ling'ring  o'er  the  scene, 
Mourns  the  hours  that  roll  between  ; 
Mingling  soft  regret,  intrude 
Tears  of  love  and  gratitude. 

3  Why,  my  soul,  then  why  cast  down, 
Fearful  of  the  unrighteous  frown? 
Deep  may  idly  call  on  deep  ; 
Lull'd   shall  be  the  waves  to  sleep  ! 
Heaven  shall  still  command  thy  praise, 
Night  still  hear  thy  tuneful  lays  ; 
Hope,  with  brighter  radiance, 

Gild  thy  fair  inheritance. 

Hotham  ;  peculiar  :  L.  H.     Jomelli :  Z. 

5* 


54  PSALM  43. 

C.    M. 

Confession  and  complaint  of  sin. 
Plaintive. 

i    My  strength  in  deep  distress,  my  God  ! 
Thou  wilt  not  cast  me  off! 
The  slave  of  passion's  lawless  sway, 
To  enemies  a  scoff ! 

2  Impiety,  O  banish  far  ! 

And  vice,  that  dreadful  foe  ! 
Preserve  thy  mourning  suppliant,  Lord  ! 
From  sin's  unmeasur'd  woe  ! 

3  Send  forth  thy  light,  reveal  thy  truth, 

My  guides  to  holinesss  ; 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace, 
Thy  waiting  servant  bless. 

4  Then  humbly  to  thine  altar  led, 

By  every  pure  desire, 
Thy  love  shall  smile  around  my  head, 
Thy  praise  my  heart  inspire ! 

Rochester  :  H.  fy  Hi     Lent :  Z. 


44.        C.    Ml.    d. 

A  pilgrim  church  under  the  calamities  of  national  war* 
Plaintive. 

i    Departed  sires  !   immortal  line  ! 
Their  story  we  have  heard, 
From  rev'rend  lips,  how  love  divine 
The  infant  nation  rear'd ; 


PSALM    11 

Nor  power  of  man,  nor  martial  skill, 

Acquired  the  happy  land ; 
But  heaven,  it-  mercy  to  fulfil, 

If  re  lix'd  a  feeble  band. 

Anirnoso. 

To  slaughter  train'd,  when  savage  men 

Sat  brooding  o'er  their  hate; 
Or,  madd'ning,  left  their  murd'rous  den, 

To  crush  the  rising  state  ; 

Thou,  Lord  !   and  thy  victorious  arm, 

To  our  deliv'rance  came  ; 
From  peril  freed,  and  fierce  alarm, 

We  prais'd  thy  glorious  name. 

Plaintive. 

Ah  !   mournful  change !   those  brilliant  days 

But  leave  a  vain  regret ; 
Our  standards  gay  no  longer  play, 

Our  suns  of  glory  set  ! 
Our  fields,  so  fraught  with  pure  delights, 

To  ravagers  are  given  ! 
Our  temples,  and  their  holy  rites, 

Deserted  now  of  heaven  ! 

■"Mid  ruins  cast,  'mid  arms,  and  blood, 

Thy  church  still  cleaves  to  thee; 
Maintains  her  faith,  adores  her  God, 

Nor  will  apostate  be  ! 
No  !  should  the  chosen  of  thy  flock 

Be  victims  doom'd,  and  slain  ; 
We  '11  stand  on  the  eternal    rock, 

To  die,  to  live,  to  reign  ! 

Dungeness  ;  Mozart:  H.  fy  H.     Doria  :  Z. 


56  PSALM  45. 


Marriage. 
Dolce.     Solo,  tenor. 

i    My  heart  a  blissful  theme  indites  ; 
Rehearse,  my  lips,  the  song  ! 
A  lovely  gift,  the  gift  of  heaven, 
Impels  the  strain  along. 

All. 

2  See  where,  amid  a  smiling  train, 

The  modest  bridegroom  stands ; 
Exulting  to  complete  his  love, 
In  wedlock's  sacred  bands  ! 

3  Be  his,  the  eloquence  of  truth, 

The  tenderness  of  soul ! 
With  virtue  bright  be  every  scene, 
Long  as  the  years  shall  roll  ! 

Semichorus  ;  soprano. 

4  Fair  maiden  !  now  from  home  estrang'd, 

And  charms   which  none  forget, 
Accept  the  hand  that  wipes  thy  tears, 
And  softens  thy  regret ! 

5  Nor  deem  thy  much  lov'd  parents  lost ; 

Yet  blooms  a  brighter  joy  ; 
United  hearts,  domestic  bliss, 
And  cares  that  never  cloy  ! 

All ;   divoto. 

6  Confirm,  in  heaven,  our  blessings,  Lord  ! 

On  this  new  wedded  pair  ! 
To  them  be  thou  a  glorious  throne, 
And  hear  their  mutual  prayer  ! 
St.  Albans  :  B.  C.     Amherst :   G.  C     Halleluiah  :  Z. 

This  psalm  is  designed  for  domestic  celebrations.  See  also 
psalm  128. 


PSALM  46.  SI 

8  i .i\r.    I  .    It.       two    P  LUBES. 

Religion  triumphant  over  atheism. 
Animoso. 

i  Oi'u  refuge  is  a  present  God  ! 
Our  strength,  his  all-subduing  rod. 

When  seas  in  uproar  wild  are  tost! 

Should  earth  be  from  its  orbit  torn, 
In  darkness  should  creation  mourn, 
Our  faith  shall  not  in  fear  be  lost. 

Duet  ;  p. 

a  Where  happy  Zion's  bulwarks  gleam, 
See, gently  glides  a  sacred  stream 
Of  mercy  and  renewing  grace  ! 

Her  palaces,  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
O'ershadowing  her  golden  posts, 

Hath  made  his  lowly  dwelling-place! 

All  j  animoso. 

3  The  people  rage,  their  chiefs  conspire  ; 
Fell  atheism  burns  with  ire, 

Its  torch  in  righteous  blood  to  slake  ! 
fz.  To  arms  the  haughty  legions  rush'd  ! 
p.  In  earth's  sepulchral  caverns  crush'd, 
dim.    They  vanish  !   for  Jehovah  spake  L 

Grave. 

4  Behold  the  desolations  wrought  1 

What  tempests,  on  the  impious  brought. 
Their  prowess  and  their  projects  mar  I 
The  horseman  Hies  the  battle  fray, 
The  bristling  phalanx  melts  away  ; 
Extinguish'*]  is  the  flame  of  war! 

Old  46th  :  B.  C.     Hossa :  ZL 


58  PSALM  46. 

VERSION    II.       C.    M. 

Zion  vainly  beset. 
Con  spirito. 

i    Our  refuge  is  the  Lord  most  high ! 
An  ever  present  aid  ! 
Though  mountain,  valley,  sea,  and  sky, 
In  chaos  wild  be  laid  ! 

2  When  close  beset  by  hostile  kings, 

In  battle's  fierce  array  ; 
His  copious  showers,  and  secret  springs, 
Our  fears  and  thirst  allay  ! 

3  Himself  will  o'er  our  arms  preside  ; 

He  makes  our  cause  his  own  ! 
They  pass  !    the  foe  like  waters  glide  ! 
The  stout  hearts  are  o'erthrown  ! 

4  Recall,  ye  saints,  what  God  hath  done, 

What  desolations  wrought ! 
His  conquests  through  the  world  have  run, 
And  peace  to  Zion  brought ! 

5  The  martial  trumpet  ceas'd  its  roar  ; 

The  lance  and  bow  he  broke  ! 
The  chariot  from  its  axle  tore, 
To  fuel  turn'd  the  spoke  ! 

6  The  terror  of  our  foes,  his  name  — 

A  ransom'd  people  boasts  ; 
With  us,  for  ever,  is  the  same  — 
Jehovah,  God  of  hosts  ! 

Clifford  :  H.  fy  H.     Megris  Chant :  Z. 


PSALM  47.  59 


Anticipated  spread  of  pure  religion. 
Maestoso. 

1  Hail,  O  peoples,  hail  your  Lord  ! 
Sing  the  triumph  of  his  word  ! 

Now  he  reigns!  let    heaven  rejoice  ! 
Earth  is  now  his  happy  choice  ! 

2  Hail,  ye  realms  of  light,  your  king  ! 
Mountain,  hill,  and  valley,  ring  ! 
Darkness  hath  for  ever  flown  ! 
Now  the  kingdoms  are  his  own  ! 

3  Hymn,  and  joyful  anthem,  raise  ! 
Songs  of  everlasting  praise  ! 

Lo  !   he  sitteth  on  his  throne! 
Holy  !   holy  !  God  alone  ! 

4    Praise  him,  every  mortal  tongue  ! 
People  from  the  patriarchs  sprung  ! 
Join  the  hallow'd  ancient  theme, 
Praise,  ye  nations,  one  supreme  ! 

Aifettuoso. 

o    Come,  thou  long  expected  day  ! 
Wing  thee  on  the  ethereal  way  ! 
Shed  thy  sacred  light  ahroad  ! 
Bring  the  nations  to  their  God  ! 

Sudbury  :    G.  C     Mar  cello  :   Z. 


60  PSALM  47. 

VERSION    II.       CHORIAMBIC    M.    6    &  4. 

Victory  and  peace. 
Con  spirito. 

i  People,  your  plaudits  raise  !  I 
Shout  in  the  voice  of  praise  ! 

Earth,  let  it  ring  ! 
Triumph  be  now  your  theme  ! 
Joy  through  the  land  be  seen  ! 
Chant  to  the  Lord  supreme, 
Great  is  our  King  ! 

Semichorus. 

2  Terrible  potentate  ! 
Men  his  decree  await, 

Honor  or  doom  ! 
Peoples  that  oft  arose, 
Princes  who  dar'd  oppose, 
Prostrate  in  mighty  woes, 
Sink  to  the  tomb  ! 

3  Now  is  our  hope  complete, 
Safe  every  lov'd  retreat, 

Tranquil  our  time  ! 
Fair  our  inheritance  ! 
Noble  our  maintenance  ! 
Gift  of  thy  providence, 

Parent  benign  ! 

Chorus. 

4  Shout  ye  the  Lord  before  ! 
Loud  let  the  trumpet  roar 

Praise  to  our  God  ! 
High  on  his  holy  throne 
Earth  shall  its  sovereign  own  ! 
Worlds  he,  the  Lord  alone, 

Shakes  with  a  nod  ! 


PSALM   17.  <'l 

5  Rulers  and  realms  agree, 
Sires  and  posterity, 
Thanks  to  repay  ; 
Peace,  and  defences  strong, 
Vict'ry  to  God  belong  ; 
Raise  your  triumphant  song 
High  on  this  day  ! 

Bermondscy  :  II  <y  H.       Seyfricd  :   Z. 


48.       PART    I.        S.    If. 

Pure  religion  a  nation's  best  defence. 
Maestoso. 

i      The  Lord  of  heaven,  how  great  i 
And  greatly  to  be  prais'd ! 
In  Zion  are  his  honors  known, 
His  noblest  trophies  rais'd  ! 

2  Our  nation's  joy,  the  church, 
Adorns  the  beauteous  height ; 

There  God  himself,  her  shield,  presides, 
And  pours  celestial  light. 

3  Assembled  chieftains  saw, 
And  shrank  beneath  the  blaze ; 

Their  arms  dispers'd,  their  toiling  barks 
Abandon'd  to  the  waves  ! 

Dolce. 

4  In  mercy's  sweet  abode, 
Our  thoughts  on  mercy  run  ; 

Our  hymns  of  praise  commemorate 
The  wonders  God  hath  done ! 

5  This  God  we  claim  our  own, 
Our  guardian,  and  our  o-uide  ! 

Till  calTd  from  earth,  before  his  face 
For  ever  to  abide  ! 

Mount  Ephraim  :  H.  <y  H.     Litter s dor f :  Z. 
6 


62  PSALM  48. 


PART  II.       T.      6    LINE    8     &    7. 


Zion's  defenders  in  array. 
Divoto. 

Zion  rejoice  ! 

Joy  and  give  thanks ; 

Thanks  to  thy  God  ! 


Con  spirito. 

i    Zion's  heroes,  tell  her  glory  ! 

Count  her  bulwarks,  beauteous  courts  ! 
Sing  her  Founder,  fam'd  in  story  ! 
Valiant  deeds,  divine  supports  ! 
Sons  of  Zion,  bold  and  wary, 

Mount  the  ramparts,  man  the  forts  ! 
Man  the  walls  and  forts  ! 

Semichorus,  soprano. 

2    Zion's  daughters  !  fair  creation  ! 

Raise  your  loftiest,  sweetest,  strain  ! 
Let  the  rapt'rous  exhortation 

Rend  the  air,  and  reach  the  main  ! 
ail  Sons  of  Zion  !  to  your  station  ! 

Sounds  the  trumpet,  shakes  the  plain  ! 
Trumpets  shake  the  plain  ! 

Sons  of  Zion!  piece  :  H.  fy  H.     Mehul :  Z.y  without  the  intro- 
ductory lines. 

Each  stanza  of  this  ode  separately  corresponds  with  Nau- 
man's  entire  piece  ;  and  it  may  be  an  agreeable  manner  of 
singing  it,  to  recommence  the  stanza  anew,  after  the  4th 
symphony,  omitting  to  repeat  the  3d  and  4th  lines  of  each. 
In  the  2d  stanza,  for  example,  the  treble  voices  will  then,  a 
second  time,  sing,  "  Zion's  daughters  !  "  to  the  end  of  the  2d 
line  ;  and  all  will  conclude  with,"  Sons  of  Zion,  to  your  sta- 
tion !  "  &c.  The  2d  and  3d  line  of  each  stanza  answer  to 
w  High  in  glory,"  &c.  of  the  model ;  and  the  words  printed  in 
Italic  are  for  the  bass  and  tenor  voices,  where,  in  the  model, 
is  read,  "  Sound  the  lute  and  harp  !  "  The  pauses  of  the  two 
odes  are  in  perfect  correspondence. 


PSALM    19  63 

C.    M. 

The  compensations  of  a  future  life. 

1   Frail  tenants  of  this  changeful  scene, 
For  you  my  harp  is  strung  ; 
Come,  listen  to  the  oracle 

Which  holy  bards  have  sung  ! 

:   Ah  !  boast  not,  men  of  wealth  and  pride, 
The  grandeur  of  your  state  ; 
No  riches  can  redeem  a  soul, 
Nor  ransom  pay  to  late  ! 

3  The  wise,  the  simple,  the  morose, 

Must  yield  themselves,  and  die  ; 
The  rich  man  quit  his  splendid  couch, 
A  naked  corpse  to  lie  ! 

4  Self-flatt'rers  !  vain  your  airy  dreams 

Of  palaces  unmov'd  ! 
Of  lands  through  ages  long  entail'd 
To  families  belov'd  ! 

5  Your  towers  and  treasuries  must  fall, 

Nor  leave  a  wreck  behind; 
Your  honors,  like  autumnal  bloom, 
Shall  fly  before  the  wind  ! 

6  Your  beauty,  sweet  repast  of  death  ! 

The  grave  shall  cover  o'er  ! 
Yet  know  !   a  fearful  morning  comes, 
Your  vices  to  explore  ! 

1   Auspicious  morn  !   whose  bright  display 
Shall  vindicate  the  just  ! 
When  God  their  spirits  shall  relieve 
From  vanity  and  dust ! 

Sicamcick  :  H.  $•  H     Mourning  Chant :  Z. 


64  PSALM  50. 

PART    I.        L.    M. 

Worship  merely  ceremonial,  unacceptable. 
Maestoso.    Soli. 

i  Where  dawn'd  on  earth  the  earliest  ray, 
Where  sank  to  rest  primeval  day, 
The  Almighty  speaks !  he  speaks,  who  lives 
For  ever;  and  his  mandate  gives. 

2  On  Sinai  erst,  in  terrors  wild, 

He  spake ;  but  now,  in  accents  mild, 
To  heaven  and  earth  the  God  appeals  ; 
His  equity  and  love  reveals. 

All. 

3  Partakers  of  a  holy  flame, 

Ye  saints,  of  pure  and  spotless  name, 
With  me  to  judge  mankind  prepare  : 
My  sentence  to  a  world  declare. 

4  No  sacrifice  I  ask  of  thee, 
No  pomp  of  costly  pageantry  ; 
The  cattle  on  the  hills  are  mine, 
The  snowy  fleece,  the  purple  vine. 

5  Shall  Deity  be  press'd  with  thirst, 

Whose  bounty  makes  the  wine-press  burst  1 
Shall  hunger  visit  him  who  reigns, 
Immortal,  o'er  thy  fruitful  plains  ? 

6  Thanksgiving  pay  to  God  most  high ; 
To  him  let  sorrowing  nature  fly  ; 

In  faith  his  blessing  supplicate  ; 
Submissively  his  will  await. 

7  For  praise  an  ofFring  I  esteem, 

Nor  scorn  a  grateful  thought  as  mean ; 
Thy  words  and  actions  form  aright, 
I  '11  raise  thee  to  the  realms  of  light. 
Timshury  :  H.  fy  H.     Groton  :    G.  C     Olympus  :  Z. 


PSALM  50.  66 

PART    II.       T-    B,    7,    Sc    4. 

Judgment. 

maes.  Goo,  the  God  of  might  and  glory. 
Speaks  in  thunder  from  the  pole  ! 
r.     S  rth,  appear  before  me  ! 

P.    Fearfully  the  accents  roll  ! 
f.    Come  to  judgment  ! 

p.   Penetrates  the  inmost  soul. 

I    Clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  presence; 
Lightni;,  ;  the  troubled  air; 

Nature  now  adores  in  silence; 
Now  celestial  sounds  declare  :  — 

Rise,  ye  holy, 
Mj  felicity  to  share. 

3  Sinners,  once  who  could  dissemble, 

Boasting  oft  a  eov'nant  God, 
Stript  of  every  guise,  n0w  tremble, 
Terror-stricken  at  his  nod  ! 

Slumb'ring  conscience 
Wakes,  to  feel  Jehovah's  rod  ! 

4  Bold  transgressors  cease  their  daring; 

Shame  hath  cloth'd  the  adult'rer's  face; 
Blasphemy  forgets  her  swearing, 
Humbly,  vainly,  sues  for  grace  : 

Flaming  seraphs 
Downward  urge  them  to  their  place  ! 

5  Think,  ye  souls  of  God  forgetful, 

Heedless,  careless,  to  repent, 
What  their  doom,  how  dark  and  dreadful, 
Who  remain  impenitent  ! 

Mercy  slighted,    • 
Justice  never  can  relent! 

Ihhnslcu  :  II.  if  H.     Spazicr  :  Z. 
6* 


66  PSALM  51. 

T.   7. 

Repentance. 
Plaintive. 

i  Mercy,  Lord  !    my  God !  my  king  ! 
Fount  whence  mercies  ever  spring  ! 
Wash  me,  cleaii3e  me,  from  my  guilt, 
In  the  purple  ransom  spilt ! 

2  My  transgression  I  confess, 
Mourn,  with  tears,  my  sinfulness  ! 
Haunted  by  the  fearful  sight, 
Conscience  rests  not,  day  nor  night ! 

3  Frail,  alas  !  my  nature  made, 

From  the  paths  of  peace  I  've  stray'd  ! 
Heedless  of  the  light  within, 
Guiding  star  from  vice  and  sin ! 

4  Let  not  heaven  behold  my  crimes, 
Multiplied  a  thousand  times  ! 
Bury  them  in  ocean  wave, 

From  its  dread  remembrance  lave  1 

5  To  its  suppliant  impart, 

Gift  divine,  an  upright  heart ! 
Fan  afresh  the  holy  fire, 
Purifying  grace  inspire  ! 

6  Then  shall  my  admiring  tongue 
Warn  the  thoughtless,  teach  the  young ; 
Sinners  then  shall  learn  thy  grace, 
Wand'rers  seek  a  Father's  face. 

7  Pardon,  Lord !   and  peace  I  crave  ! 
God  of  my  salvation,  save  ! 
Praise  shall  then  my  joys  prolong  ; 
Mercy,  mercy,  be  my  song ! 

PhyeVs  Hymn  :  H.  <^  H.     Miff  at ;  minor  :  Z. 


PSALM  52.  67 


C.    M.     D. 


A  city  in  ruins  ;  the  causes,  its  impiety  and  rapacity. 

Plaintive. 

i    When  erst,  a  wand'rer  lorn,  I  fell 

On  ruins  va>l  and  wide, 
Where  desolation  seem'd  to  dwell, 

And  misery  to  hide  ; 
Where  broken  columns,  sculptur'd  stone, 

Bestrew'd  the  cumber'd  ground  ; 
Methought,  in  more  than  human  tone, 

There  came  a  solemn  sound  !  — 

Solo,  tenor  ;  lamentoso. 

2  Lo  !  peoples  once  a  dwelling-place, 

And  empire  founded  here, 
Whose  story  ruins  only  trace, 

Whose  trophies  disappear  ! 
Here  superstition  built  her  fane, 

And  riches  were  ador'd  ! 
Here  injur'd  heaven  decreed  the  bane 

Of  famine  and  the  sword  ! 

All  ;  affettuoso. 

3  O  bright  inheritance  of  those 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  God  ! 
Their  lands  shall  blossom  as  the  rose, 

Peace  smile  on  their  abode  ! 
The  storied  height,  the  gilded  vault, 

The  sacrifice  of  praise, 
Jehovah's  honors  shall  exalt, 

To  length  of  endless  days  ! 

Dungeness,  Mozart :  H.  fy  H.     Doria  :  Z. 


68  PSALM    53.     c.  u. 

The  sceptic. 

grave  No  God  !  the  infidel  hath  said ; 
And  lull'd  his  fears  to  rest! 
While  passion,  envy,  wild  turmoil ! 
Distract  his  cruel  breast  ! 

2    Invisible,  Jehovah  sees  ! 

And  spurns  the  ignoble  tribe, 
Whom  virtue's  charms  to  cultivate, 
Not  happiness  can  bribe  ! 

s    No  ray  of  light  or  love  divine 
Can  penetrate  their  heart ; 
No  certainty  dispel  their  doubts, 
And  faith  unfeign'd  impart. 

4   By  fancied  ills,  when  all  is  calm, 
Their  wayward  souls  are  tost ; 
By  death's  remorseless  terrors  torn, 
Their  hope,  their  heaven,  is  lost  ! 

Ungelenk :  majo 


54.     s.  m. 

Temptation  resisted. 

aff.   Almighty  !  let  thy  name 
Salvation  ever  bring  ! 
Redeem  this  harass'd  life  from  death, 
And  sin's  more  deadly  sting  ! 

2  The  terrors  of  a  world 
Would  hurry  me  away ; 

Temptation,  into  folly's  path, 
My  heedless  steps  betray  ! 

3  Be  thou  my  helper,  God  ! 
Uphold  me  by  thy  grace ! 

Temptation  and  the  world  defied, 
Thy  truth  will  I  embrace ! 


PSALM  54.  69 

With  cheerfulness  to  thee 

I  'l\  consecrate  my  powers! 

II  praise  my  great  dcliv'rer's  name, 
When  fortune  smiles  or  lours! 

Skirland;  Mormngtan's :  II.  $•  II.     Evidence:  Z. 


Love  and  friendship  without  n-odliness,  precarious  and  de- 
ceitful. 

Plaintive. 

i  O  listen,  my  God  !  to  my  plaint,  while  I  mourn  • 
Regard,  sovereign  master,  thy  servant  forlorn  ! 
My  heart  is  sore  smitten  ;   its  anguish  so  deep, 
With  terror  I  tremble,  in  silence  I  weep! 

2  Ah  me  !   that  I  have  not  the  wings  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  from  falsehood  to  friendship  above  ! 
In  solitudes  buried,  to  end  my  short  life, 

And  fly  far  away  from  the  regions  of  strife ! 

3  No  enemy,  seeking  occasion  of  blame, 

With  cruel  reproaches  hath  wounded  my  fame; 
No  arrogant  rival,  whose  haughty  pretence 
Unanswer'd,  unnotie'd,  best  speaks  my  defence. 

4  Oh  no  !  't  was  my  guide,  my  companion,  my  friend  ! 
Whose    heart     seem'd    estrang'd    from    whate'er 

could  offend  ! 
Whose  counsels  were  firmly  united  with  mine, 
Delighted  affections  around  me  would  twine  ! 

5  The  rites  of  thine  altar  our  fellowship  seal'd, 
Where  often  in  solemn  devotion  we  kneel'd  ! 
Together  the  pathway  to  Zion  we  trod  ! 

pp.  But  perfidy  lost  him  his  friend  and  his  God  ! 

Con  anima. 

6  Jehovah  !   my  refuse  !  on  thee  do  I  call  ! 
At  evening,  at  morning,  before  thee  I  fall  ! 
When  brightest  the  sun  pours  its  ray  on  my  head, 
In  faith,  and  in  prayer,  every  danger  I  '11  tread  ! 

Hinton  :  II.  $  II.     Eischleben  :  Z. 


70  PSALM  56. 

T.    5    LINES,    8    &    6. 

Probation  and  support  of  the  righteous. 

Affettuoso. 

i    God  is  my  hope  !   I  plead,  I  trust, 

The  promise  he  hath  given  : 
When  griefs  assail  this  trembling  dust, 
When  human  hearts  have  prov'd  unjust, 

To  him  my  prayer  hath  risen. 
-2    He  hears  the  tempest-tossed  moan, 

And  shows  a  peaceful  haven  ; 
My  weary  wand'rings  all  are  known, 
My  tears,  how  oft,  how  high,  they  've  swoll'n, 

On  his  remembrance  graven. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  scenes  below, 

In  forms  illusive  shapen  ; 
How  vast  the  debt  of  love  I  owe, 
For  grace  their  vanity  to  know, 

And  conscience  to  awaken  ! 

4  My  soul  from  death  he  '11  ever  keep, 

By  mercy  still  forgiven  ! 
This  dust  shall  soon  in  silence  sleep, 
Soon  shall  I  cease  to  sigh  and  weep, 

At  rest  with  him  in  heaven  ! 

Woodland :   G.  C.     Mason  :  Z. 


57.       PART    I.       T.    7. 

God  our  refuge. 
Plaintive. 

1  Pity,  Lord  !   a  stranger's  fears  ! 
Trav'ller  through  a  vale  of  tears  ! 
Till  calamity  be  past, 

O'er  me  thy  blest  shade  be  cast ! 

2  Underneath  thy  wings  I  seek 
Refuge  from  the  tempest  bleak  ! 
Shelter  from  the  howling  storm, 
Beating  on  my  way-worn  form  ! 


PSALM  o> 

3  Perils  sore  beset  my  lite, 
Vanity,  ami  sin,  and  strife; 
Here,  the  lion's  roar  alarms: 
There,  the  subtle  tempter  charms  ! 

4    Let  thy  truth,  unerring  guide, 
Ever  in  my  heart  abide  ! 
Let  thy  mercy,    ray  divine, 
Make  me,  keep  me,  ever  thine  ! 

Naples:  II.  ^  H.     Marpurg  : 


Ot.        TART    II.        L.    M. 

God  most  worthy  of  praise. 
Dolce. 

1  Awake,  my  tongue  !   awake,  my  harp  ! 
No  mortal  shall  my  passion  warp  ! 

To  thee,  O  God,  I  '11  raise  the  song, 
The  kindreds  of  the  earth  among  ! 

9  Benevolence,  thine  earliest  joy, 
Shall  first  my  noblest  powers  employ  ! 
It  spans  the  heaven,  descends  to  earth  ! 
Creation  thence  receiv'd  its  birth  ! 

3  Majestic  truth  supports  thy  crown  ; 
In  splendor,  through  these  clouds  looks  down  ; 
Omnipotent,  thy  law  shall  teach  ! 
The  infinite  of  space  shall  reach  ! 

Pemichorus  ;    p. 

4  Eternal  power !   thy   spreading  shade 
My  soul  her  lord  resort  hath  made ! 
There  safely  hides  from  storm  and  blast, 
Till  every  woe  of  life  is  past  ! 

All  ;  bit. 

5  In  highest  heaven,  thy  blest  abode, 
Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 

^Vhile  psalms  and  songs  of  sacred  mirth 
Convey  thy  honors  o'er  the  earth. 

Atlantic  :  H.  V  H.     Calvin  :   Z. 


72  PSALM  58. 


Faction. 


Animoso. 

Where  uproar  reigns  without  control, 

Shall  justice  be  rever'd  ? 
Where  faction  shows  her  hideous  face, 

Shall  modest  truth  be  heard  ? 

Nay  !   wickedness,  conceiv'd  in  heart, 

There  riots  into  act! 
And  gain,  polluted  price  of  souls  ! 

Perverts  the  clearest  fact ! 

Intriguing  spirits!   venal  race  ! 

Estrang'd  from  earliest  youth ! 
When  arts  of  petty  malice  taught 

Abandonment  of  truth ! 

To  wisdom's  warning  voice,  your  ears 

Eternally  are  clos'd  ! 
Though  seraph  charm,  though  heaven  entreat, 

Your  will  is  yet  oppos'd  ! 

As  snow  beneath  a  vernal  sun, 

Your  plots  shall  pass  away  ; 
The  madd'ning  storm  shall  meet  your  rage, 

Your  furies  all  allay  ! 

Adoring,  shall  the  righteous  own 

The  retribution  just  ; 
Proclaim  a  providence  divine, 

Repose  on  it  their  trust. 

The  Tyrant  :  A.  L. 


PSALM  59. 


T.    8,    7,     fc    4. 


Sabbath  morning. 
Dolce. 

Morn,  O  God  !   shall  hear  our  voices, 
Pouring  fortli  the  thankful  strain  ; 

Oft  as  hallow'd  day  rejoices, 

Will  we  tread  thy  solemn  fane  , 

There  to  worship ; 
There  thy  mercy  to  obtain. 

TrivoH  ;  peculiar  :  H.  «y  H.  ed.  1890.      Vesper  Hymn  :   G. 
Gruncr  :   Z. 


60.       C.     M.     D. 

Disastrous  war. 
Plaintive. 

Defeated  and  dispers'd  our  arms 

Before  a  hostile  band  ; 
Forsaken  of  our  last,  best,  hope, 

We  mourn  a  ruin'd  land  ! 
Indignant  heaven  rejects  our  race, 

Disdains  our  earnest  call; 
A  bitter  chalice  it  hath  mixt  ; 

Inebriate,  we  fall  ! 

Where  now  the  banner,  bearing  high 

Achievements  of  the  Lord  ? 
Those  ensigns,  pledge  to  God's  belov'd, 

Of  victory  and  reward  ? 
Emblaz'ning  actions  of  renown, 

And  foe  on  foe  subdu'd ;  — 
Of  adamantine  hearts,  that  fail'd, 

Our  sacred  standard  view'd  ? 


74  PSALM  60. 

3    Who  now  shall  lead  our  drooping  host 
Against  the  embattled  fort  ? 
When  thick'ning  ranks  our  march  oppose, 

Where  look  we  for  support  ? 
Once  more  be  thou  our  helper,  God  ! 

For  vain  were  human  aid  ; 
With  valor  new,  and  hope,  inspir'd, 
No  enemy  we  '11  dread  ! 

Eustls :  H.  fy  H.     Doria  :  Z. 


61.       S.     M. 

Unlimited  confidence  in  God. 
AfFettuoso. 

i      From  earth's  remotest  climes, 
Where  rolls  the  western  wave, 
Where  suns  the  ancient  east  illume, 
I  hail  thy  power  to  save ! 

2  When,  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 
My  sinking  heart  despairs ; 

O  lead  me  to  the  rock,  where  breathe 
The  high,  celestial,  airs  ! 

3  Thyself,  OGod  !  that  rock 
Of  shelter  and  of  shade  ! 

Which  oft  her  calm  and  safe  retreat 
My  harass'd  soul  hath  made  ! 

4  My  God  !  thy  fost'ring  care 
Supremely  I  desire  ! 

To  dwell  among  thy  saints  in  light, 
With  ardor  I  aspire  ! 

5  There,  immortality 

My  highest  hopes  shall  fill ! 
And  praise,  unceasing  as  thy  years, 
My  raptur'd  bosom  thrill  ! 
Clapton:  H.  fy  H.     Svffield :   G.  C.     Pastoral  Chant:  Z. 


PSALM  82. 

C.    M. 

God  the  only  source  of  private  and  public  happiness. 

i    Qui  r,  O  my  soul,  thy  vanities  ; 
Adore  i  pow  er  divine  ! 
With  heart  and  ofTring  purified, 

Approach  hia  awful  shrine  ! 

I    What  other  help,  what  other  hope, 
Can  fortify  the  brave  I 
Heir  of  mortality  and  woe, 
Who,  but  a  God,  can  save  ? 

3  Shall  rank  and  riches  be  thy  trust  ? 

They  charm  but  to  deceive  ; 
Or  rlatt'ries  of  the  fickle  crowd  ? 
With   anguish  thou  shalt  heave. 

4  Should  commerce  heap  on  thee  her  gifts, 

Should  arts  their  aid  supply  ; 
The  lavish  soil  pour  forth  its  wealth; 
O  not  on  this  rely  ! 

5  Once  nature,  once  a  louder  voice  — 

(From  heaven  the  accents  ran!) 
All  power  and  riches  are  the  Lord's! 
Proclaim'd  to  erring  man. 

6  And  mercy,  his  supreme  delight, 

Descends  in  balmy  showers! 

While  justice,  o'er  the  impenitent, 

In  clouds  of  vengeance  lours! 

Barby  :   //.  $-  H.     Life's    Thought :   Z. 


76  PSALM  63. 

T.       SIX  LINE    7. 

The  beatific  vision. 

aff-   God  !  my  gracious  God  !  to  thee 
Pleasant  shall  mine  ofFring  be  ! 
Tender'd  with  the  blushing  morn, 
Rising  with  the  silv'ry  horn  ; 
As  the  fervent  heats,  intense, 
Hov'ring  o'er  the  sands  immense  ! 

2  Lord  !  thy  beauty  to  behold, 
Where  thy  glories  all  unfold, 
Springs  my  heart  from  this  low  earth, 
Panting  for  its  heavenly  birth ; 
Onward  pressing  still  to  know 
What  thy  sacred  rites  foreshow  ! 

3  Life  itself  must  yield  to  love, 
Soaring  in  the  realms  above ; 
Stooping  on  its  golden  wing, 
Mercies  numberless  to  bring  ; 
Filling  space,  outrunning  time, 
Vesting  man  with  life  divine ! 

4  While  incarcerate  below, 

Prayer  with  every  breath  shall  flow  ; 
Praise,  expiring  on  my  tongue, 
Live  anew  in  holier  song, 
Where  my  soul,  its  trial  past, 
Perfect  joy  shall  reap  at  last! 

Wales  :  H.  fy  H.  ed.  1829.     Diabelli :  Z. 


63.       VERSION    II.       C.    If. 

The  pilgrimage  to  heaven. 

aff.   My  God  !  I  joy  to  call  thee  mine  ! 
Chief  sovereign  of  my  heart ! 
My  earliest  vows,  my  noblest  powers, 
To  thee  I  set  apart ! 


PSALM  f>:$.  77 

2  An  exile  from  my  father's  house, 

Tin-  desert  while  I  roam, 
My  fainting  spirit  know-  not  rest, 
Jin t  longs  to  reach  its  home  ! 

3  I  thirst,  upon  these  ;irid  wastes, 

For  some  celestial  fount  ! 
Refresh'*)  within  the  sanctu'ry, 
On  wings  of  faith  I  mount ! 

4  Thy  loving  kindness  I  embrace, 

And  death  no  longer  fear  ! 
My  life  to  thee  I  dedicate, 
Thy  honors,  Lord,  to  rear  ! 

5  In  prayer  and  praise  my  soul  shall  find 

The  antepast  of  heaven! 
Sweet  solace,  on  his  dreary  way, 
To  Zion's  pilgrim  given  ! 

6  When  darkling  clouds  extend  the  veil, 

That  hangs  on  Canaan's  shore, 
I  welcome  darkness  and  the  deep  ! 
My  pilgrimage  is  o'er  ! 

Belmont :  B.  C.     Geneva  :  H.  ^  H.  ed.  1826.     Obligation  :  Z. 


64.       L.    >u 

Slander. 

Grave. 

i  Shteld  me,  O  Father  !   from  the  proud, 
The  mighty,  and  the  meaner,  crowd! 
From  brawling  hosts,  on  mischief  bent, 
And  dark  intrigue  of  dire  intent! 

a  Sharper  than  cruel  conqu'ror's  sword, 
The  insidious  slight,  the  envenom'd  word  ! 
Fiercer  than  pestilential  death, 
Is  falsehood,  borne  on  envious  breath ! 

7-* 


78  PSALM  64. 

3  Malevolence,  and  mean  cabal, 

In  falsehood  steep'd,  and  ranc'rous  gall, 
Leagu'd  enemy  of  honest  fame, 
Entail  the  slanderer's  odious  name. 

4  Slow  creeping  from  the  den  of  night, 
Retreating  from  a  ray  of  light. 

The  bolt  he  levels  in  the  shade, 
And  innocence  the  mark  is  made! 

5  Yet  heaven  too  hath  its  fatal  shaft  ; 
It?  justice  shall  outspy  thy  craft  ; 
Who  once  upon  thee  gaily  hung, 
Shall  fly,  abash'd,  the  fraudful  tongue  ! 

Distress  :  Z. 


65.     PART    I.        L.    M. 

Claims  of  Deity  to  our  praise. 

Maestoso. 

i  In  Zion,to  Jehovalrs  praise, 
A  song  of  holy  triumph  raise  ! 
To  him  address  the  fervent  prayer, 
Who  fills  the  seat  of  mercy  there  ! 

2  By  that  propitious  seat  to  rest, 
In  converse  with  the  ever  blest, 
Sustains  us  with  celestial  food, 
And  satisfies  the  soul  with  good. 

3  In  him  the  ocean-rock'd  confide, 

On  adverse  borne,  or  prosp'rous,  tide; 

Saviour  alike  of  every  land, 

To  him  all  human  hopes  expand. 

4  His  strength  hath  rear'd  the  mountain  height, 
And  bas'd  it  in  eternal  night ! 

The  billows  he  commands  to  peace, 
And  tumults  of  the  crowd  to  cease  ! 


PSALM  66.  n 

5  To  him  !  —  whose  splendors  gild  our  days, 
Who  smiles  at  eve  in  softer  rays  ; 
Whose  altar  truth  and  grace  endow  ; 
To  him,  in  adoration  bow  ! 

Hi  W  Subbath  :   H.  If  II.     Monudy  :    Z. 


66.        PART    II.        A.     S. 

The  vernal  season. 
Dolce. 

i  Thy  tokens,  O  parent  supreme, 
The  sweet  circling  days,  be  my  theme  ! 
Thou  makest  the  morn  to  rejoice, 
And  evening  exults  at  thy  voice. 

o  Thou  smilest,  dissolving  the  snow  ! 
Thou  breathest  —  the  southern  winds  blow! 
In  rain  thou  returnest  to  earth, 
And  callest  the  year  to  its  birth  ! 

3  His  path  as  in  brightness  he  treads, 
Thy  sun  a  new  influence  shed-  ; 
With  now'rets  and  foliage  crown'd, 
Rejoiceth  once  more  the  bleak  ground. 

4  The  furrow,  made  soft  by  thy  showers, 
Its  corn,  late  embosom'd,  outpours  : 
E'en  deserts  regale  the  charm'd  eye, 
With  verdure  enrich'd  from  the  sky  ! 

5  Releas'd,  the  tir'd  flocks,  from  their  pen, 
Now  cover  the  mountain  and  glen  ; 

"\\  hile  vales  in  luxuriance  thrive, 
And  hopes  of  rich  harvest  revive. 

6  Gay  songsters  their  joys  now  resume, 
Now  garden  and  grove  breathe  perfume  ; 
Field,  forest,  and  temple  now  ring, 
With  praise  to  the  Author  of  spring. 

Uxbridge;  Jhrne  :    W.  C.      Spring;  Clark  :  H.  «y  H. 


SO  PSALM  66. 

PART    1.       L.   M. 

The  name  and  attributes  of  Deity. 
Maestoso. 

i  O  earth,  with  shouts  of  joy  proclaim 
The  honors  of  thy  Maker's  name  ! 
Jehovah  !  mystery  sublime  ! 
It  bears  me  past  the  range  of  time  ! 

2  Declare  the  grandeur  of  his  deeds  ! 
His  bounty,  which  creation  feeds  ! 

His  power,  which  prostrate  foes  shall  rue  ! 
His  word  and  oath,  for  ever  true  ! 

3  Before  him  bends  the  stubborn  knee ! 
The  universe  shall  worship  thee  ! 
Behold,  ye  sons  of  men,  your  God  ! 
Behold  him  in  his  works  and  rod  ! 

4  Anon,  the  floods  obey  his  voice, 
And  Isr'el's  ransom'd  hosts  rejoice  ! 
The  waves  between,  they  tread  the  land  ! 
Their  enemies  bestrew  the  sand  ! 

5  Omniscient,  he  discerns  afar, 

When  rebels  dare  with  heaven  to  war ! 
He  rules,  by  his  eternal  might, 
The  realms  of  darkness  and  of  light ! 

6  Ye  sons  of  light,  in  blessings  raise, 

To  heaven's  high  arch,  your  songs  of  praise  ! 
His  breath  inspir'd  this  mortal  clay ! 
To  him  attune  the  immortal  lay  ! 

New  Sabbath  ;  Maykew  :  H.  fy  H.     Melancthon :  Z. 


PSALM  66.  81 

PART    II.       T.    7     Sc   \. 

Encouragement  to  the  desponding. 

E<prcs*i\o. 

i  Come,  all  ye  who  fear  the  Lord  ! 
Mourners,  listen  to  my  word  ! 
Once  in  sorrow's  depths  I  sigh'd  ; 
'Reft  of  hope,  my  spirit  died  ; 

Joy  departed, 
Swift  as  days  of  summer  glide  ! 

2  Then,  importunate  in  prayer, 
Wrestling,  struggling,  with  despair, 
Still  my  lamentations  rose, 
Agonizing  as  my  woes  ; 

Heaven  relented  ! 
Fount  of  grace,  that  ever  flows  ! 

3  Lurk'd  hypocrisy  within, 
Fostring  still  some  fav'rite  sin  ? 
Sighs  might  on  the  winds  have  flown, 
Supplications  sought  the  throne  ;  — 

Heaven,  indignant, 
Never  on  my  face  had  shone ! 

4  Now,  with  melody  divine, 

Oft  I  tread  these  courts  sublime  ; 

Now,  with  prayer  that  heavenward  tends, 

Prayer  that  incense-like  ascends, 

At  thine  altar, 
Father  !  Lord  !  my  spirit  bends  ! 

Sicilian  t  H.  <y  H.     Aspiration  :  A.  L. 


St  PSALM  G7. 


S«    Iff. 


Felicities  of  universal  obedience  to  the  divine  government. 

i      Almighty!  let  thy  grace, 

And  providence  benign, 
Thy  mercy,  beam  of  heavenly  light, 
Around  thy  churches  shine  ! 

2  Thence  speed,  victorious  truth, 
Effulgent,  thy  career  ! 

Salvation  to  a  dying  world, 
From  sin  and  death,  appear! 

3  Let  triumph  through  the  earth, 
And  grateful  thanks  arise: 

From  every  tongue  a  shout  of  praise 
S  ..lute  the  echoing  sk; 

4  Thy  righteous,  equal,  reign, 
Thy  sceptre,  and  thy  throne, 

While  choir  to  choir  responsive  sings, 
May  joyful  nations  own  ! 

•5       Obedient  nature  then 
Her  treasures  shall  outpi 
Nor  sun  withold  its  influence, 
Nor  fail  the  fruitful  shower. 

6       Our  own.  our  cov'nant,  God 
His  blessing  shall  bestow: 
Creation  shall  revere  its  Lord, 
And  heaven  begin  below  ! 

St.  Thomas:  H.  i-  H.     Jericho:  Z. 


PSALM  88.  88 

TAUT     I.        L.     M. 

iscmsion. 

1  Let  God  aric 
JIi<  enemies  befor<  e  — 

Liko  torrent  hurl'd  from  mountain  height  — 
Prime,  headlong,  to  the  shades  of  night! 

9  What  time  his  ancient  church  he  led, 
Huge  Sinai  bow'd  it-  massy  head  ! 
Astonisb'd  heaven  in  lightnings  blaz'd, 
In  terror  rescu'd  Isr'el  gaz'd  ! 

Duet  :  pp. 

I  Now,  soft  upon  the  listening  ear, 
And  inds  that  till  the  sphere; 

Ascend  —  'tis  like  the  orient  sun  ! 
A  conqu'ror  crown'd,  and  captives  won  ! 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  in  his  train, 
From  sin  redeem'd,  and  earthly  stain, 
A     >rn  his  entry  to  the  skies, 

And  chant  his  triumph  as  they  rise. 

All. 

5  Sing  newly  ransom'd  spi: .  — 

?.  Messiah,  God's  i  urn  son,  your  king  !  d.  c.£ 
p.  Recite  his  acts,   while  heaven  you  scan  ! 
What  tears  lie  wept  for  rebel  man  ! 

6  Where  pagan  darkness  veils- the  earth, 

A  Saviour's  praise  shall  soon  burst  forth  ! 

f.   Hail,  conqu'ror,  hail !   the  soul's  release ! 
Redeemer,  hail !   the  prince  of  peace  ! 

t  Sing  unto  God,  ye  nations  !  sing  ! 
p.  His  heavenh  gifts  salvation  bring  !   d.  c-  *• 

Ascribe  to  God  eternal  love  ! 
f.  Glory  supreme  in  realms  above  ! 

Chcshunt ;  piece:   L.  H.  ;  the  marginal  notes  relate  to  Ches- 

hunt.     Gloucester  ;  §jmrntm§   3,  4.  to  Barren  :  H.  <v  //. 
Israel,  for  stanzas  1,2;   Percival,  p.  15,  for  remainder  •   Z 


84  PSALM  68. 

PART    II.       T.    7. 

The  Infinite. 
Maestoso. 

i  Sing,  ye  nations !    shout,  ye  realms  ! 
Sing  the  power  that  overwhelms  :  — 
'Whelms  the  rage  of  rehels  all ! 
Lord  of  this  terrestrial  ball  ! 

2  Sing  the  self-existent  One  ! 
f-    Praise  him,  all  beneath  the  sun  ! 
mv  Godhead  filling  earth  and  heaven  — 
f.  Praise  supreme  to  him  be  given  ! 

mv  3  Hark  !    he  uttereth  his  voice  ! 

p   'T  is  the  word  of  love  !  rejoice ! 
cres.    Breaking,  bursting,  from  the  cloud  — 
dec.    Fades  the  conscience-stricken  crowd  ! 

mv  4  Glory,  glory  be  to  God  ! 
Highest  in  his  high  abode  ! 
In  his  hallow'd  earthly  fane, 
Honor  to  his  holy  name  ! 

5  Saints,  your  songs  and  praises  bring ! 

Glorify  your  heavenly  king  ! 

Strength  and  grace  are  from  his  throne  ; 
ff.  Glory  be  to  God  alone  ! 

Aberdeen :  G.   C.     Leuthard's  Chant :    Z. 


68.       PART    III.       SIX    LINE    L.    M.     3  PAUSES. 

Ethiopia  redeemed. 
Plaintive* 

ail  A  cry  !  from  Libyan  shores  a  cry  !  — 

solo  sop.  My  sons,  my  daughters,  faint !  they  die  ! 

Far,  far  o'er  deserts,  and  the  deep, 

Torn  from  my  arms,  they  toil,  they  weep! 

Or  madden  here  the  demon  dance ! 

Jim.    Or  slumber  in  the  spell-bound  trance  !  ^*** 


PSALM  68.  85 

All  ;  p. 

2  Poor  Ethiopia  !  prostrate  land  ! 
To  heaven's  high  call  stretch  forth  thy  hand! 
On  wind-  and  paters  hear  the  strain  :  — 
viv.  Benevolence  hath  burst  thy  chain  !    . 
They  con).-!  thy  sons  salvation  bring  ! 
Thy  daughters  come  !   thy  God  the?  sing  ! 

OnJudah's  Plain ;  peculiar ;    Hen  ick:    G.    C\,    neglecting 
the  notices  above.     Ethiopia  Redcerned  :  A.  L. 


69.     a.  lo.  &   n. 

The  martyr's  complaint  and  consolation. 
Plaintive.     Soli. 

i  Thou  God,  whom  I  serve,  deliver  my  soul  ! 
The  waves  !  oh !  the  waves !  around  me  all  roll ! 
I  -ink  !   the  deep  waters  engulph  me!   I  lie, 
'Mid  terrors  and  tortures,  to  languish,  to  die ! 

2  For  thee,  O  my  God  !   these  sorrows  I  bear  ! 
An  outcast  for  thee,  dishonor  I  share  ! 
My  zeal  for  thy  temple  absorbed  every  flame  ! 
Thy  honor,  insulted,  hath  turn"d  to  my  shame  ! 

:   Iffy  heart  by  reproach  is  broken  !  my  head 
With  anguish  is  torn,  with  bitterness  fed  ! 
For  pity  I  look  to  the  insensible  rock  ! 
More  cruel  appeal  !  to  my  sorrows  who  mock  ! 

4  Cease,  cease,  hapless  soul,  of  man  to  implore  ! 
Life,  honor,  and  bliss,  the  Lord  will  restore  ! 
A  song  of  thanksgiving  eternal  to  raise  ; 

To  laud,  in  his  presence,  the  ancient  of  days  ! 

5  Through   heaven,    and  through    earth,    my   voice 

shall  resound  :  — 
Where  sin  hath  borne  rule,  salvation  is  found  ! 
No  longer  shall  Zion  her  cities  bewail  : 
Her  Saviour  shall  triumph,  her  sons  shall  prevail  ! 
Hamilton  :  H.  <y  //.     EischUben  •  Z. 
S 


86  PSALM    70. 

Benediction,     a.  s.  d. 

do1-  Thy  presence,  protection,  and  grace, 
On  Zion's  assemblies  bestow  ! 
Deign,  Lord!   with  the  light  of  thy  face, 
To  shine  on  our  worship  below  ! 
Let  all,  at  thy  footstool  who  wait, 
Rejoice  in  thy  mercy  and  love  ; 
Salvation  who  seek  at  thy  gate, 
For  ever  adore  thee  above  ! 

Wanworth  :  H.  &  H.     Punta  Delorada  :  Z. 


71.       PART    I.        C.    M. 

The  righteous  in  old  age. 
Espressivo. 

In  childhood's  gay  and  thoughtless  scene, 

In  youth's  delightful  hours, 
E'en  then  a  heaven-aspiring  hope 

Confirm'd  my  feeble  powers. 

A  new  born  babe,  its  gentle  hand 

My  falt'ring  limbs  sustain'd  ; 
The  scarcely  kindling  spark  of  life 

A  breath  divine  innam'd. 

O  strange  and  fortunate  career  ! 

Benighted  worldlings  cry  ; 
O  just  and  bounteous  providence  ! 

My  grateful  thoughts  reply. 

Now  fast  declining  in  the  vale 

Of  long  protracted  years, 
Experience  stays  itself  on  heaven, 

And  banisheth  my  fears  ! 

My  God !  in  feebleness  and  age, 

O  cast  me  not  away ! 
Forsake  not  him  whose  constant  praise 

Hath  risen  with  every  day ! 


PSALM  1\.  87 

6    No  !  never  shall  my  righteous  hope, 
While  God  endures,  expire ! 
But  praise  through  endless  years  shall  roll, 
A i ivl  rise  to  Miss  still  higher  ! 
Kazan th  :  B.  C.     Camden:   G.  ft     Jfi   o  Nazareth:  Z. 


71.        PART    II.       T.    7. 

The  aged  songster  of  Zion. 
Dolce. 

i  Bring  thy  tribute,  grateful  muse  ! 
God's  salvation  wide  diffuse! 
Let  his  attributes  be  known  ! 
Be  the  song  of  heaven  thy  own  ! 

2  With  seraphic  ardor  fiVd, 

Thoughts  in  glowing  words  attir'd, 
On  this  earthly  mould  impress 
Semblance  of  his  righteousness  ! 

3  Taught,  by  tend'rest  lips,  in'youth, 
Praises  of  eternal  truth, 

Touch  anew  the  trembling  chord, 
Still  invoke  a  present  Lord. 

4  What  ?  though  age  its  snows  have  spread,. 
Whitening  thy  devoted  head  ; 

Fear  not,  in  the  strength  divine, 
Still  to  breathe  the  hallow'd  line. 

5  Heaven  bestow  its  wonted  aid, 
Till  thy  closing  hour  shall  fade  ! 
Quitting  then  a  world  of  pain, 
Sing  thy  last,  thy  sweetest,  strain. 

e  With  the  notes  ascend  on  high, 
Warbling  to  the  upper  sky  ! 
Downward  may  the  echo  reach, 
Grace  divine  to  ages  teach! 

McesUr:    II.  b  U.     Latrobc -.   Z. 


S3  PSALM  71. 


PAIIT    III.        L.    If. 


Immortality. 


Maestoso. 

i  The  just  man  dies  !   he  dies  to  live  ! 
A  deathless  spirit  to  revive  ! 
He  drops  this  mortal  coil,  to  wing 
His  flight  for  an  immortal  spring ! 

2  There  honor  and  dominion  wait, 
Unchangeable,  his  glorious  state  ! 

There  pleasures  flow,  a  boundless  stream  ! 
And  starry  wreaths  around  him  gleam  ! 

3  The  seraph  strikes  his  silver  chord  :  — 
ioio;  t.  o  praise,  ye  heavens  !  O  praise  the  Lord  ! 

ail     Again  the  thrilling  accents  run  :  — 
solo;  t.  cTZion,  bless  thy  holy  One  ! 

Solo,  soprano. 

4  Rejoice  !   the  ransom'd  spirit  sings  ! 

ail     Rejoice  !  through  heaven's  high  concave  rings ! 
p-     Eternal  love  shall  be  my  song  ! 
f<    Eternity  the  strain  prolong  ! 

Surry;   Costdlow  :  H.  fy   H.     Death   Song :  A.  L. 
Immortality:  Z. 


Messiah's  universal  and  happy  reign. 
Maestoso. 

King  eternal !   crown  thy  son, 
Deck'd  with  honors  he  hath  won  ! 
Justice,  on   her  royal  seat  ! 
Mercy,  in  a  sovereign  meet  ! 
Then  shall  righteousness  command, 
Palsied  the  oppressor's  hand  ; 
Equity  shall  then  control, 
Piety  refine,  the  soul. 


PSALM  7&  W 

2  As  the  rain  on  new  m<» 
Shower-  tint  o'ci  the  1  indscape  . 
Brighten  drooping  natai 

( 'I  rthe  the  faded  - 

8 

Kindle  up  a  gl<  »ri< >us  d 

Peace  shall  on  the  mountains  spring, 

Hill  and  vale  with  _  ring! 

3  Who  the  rocky  heights  a-cend, 
Men  of  stoutest  heart,  shall  bend  : 

Rovers  of  the  wildern<  3& 
Fealty  shall  to  him  con: 
Orean,  murmur  forth  his  reign, 
Bear  his  to  the  main  ! 

Every  shore  and  sea-girt  i.-le, 
Emulous,  shall  court  his  smile, 

4  Prostrate,  as  their  idle  trust, 
Enemies  shall  lick  the  dust: 
Potentates  of  mightiest  name 
Decorate  his  loftier  fame  ; 
Nations  to  his  standard  haste, 
Freedom,  fruit  of  virtue,  taste; 
Poverty  shall  cease  to  groan, 
Misery  forget  to  moan  ! 

5  Saviour,  triumph  !   while  the  sphere, 
Circlinj,  fills  the  endless  year  ! 
Prayer  to  heaven's  almighty  King, 
Prai-e,  for  thee,   we  '11  ever  bring. 
Bless  we  now  the  Lord  our  God  ! 
Spread  his  wondrous  love  abroad  ! 
His  alone  the  gift  to  earth  ; 
Ransom'd  sinners,  tell  its  worth ! 

Path  Abbey  :  H.  <y  H.    God  is  goodness  :    G.  C.    Homilius :  Z. 
8* 


90  PSALM  73. 

PART    I.       C.    M, 

Prosperity  of  the  wicked  delusive, 
piai.  Alas  this  heart  1  by  discontent, 
And  folly,  so  misled  ! 
I  saw  the  vile  in  prosp'rous  state ; 
And  virtue's  solace  fled  ! 

2  Nor  vexing  care,  nor  deadly  fear, 

Nor  pining  want,  they  know  ! 
But  health,  and  boundless  wealth,  methought, 
Exempt  from  human  woe  ! 

3  The  portly  form,  the  stately  air, 

The  loftiness  of  tongue, 

Betoken,  rashly  I  exclaim'd, 

The  privilege  of  wrong  ! 

4  But  soon,  O  God  !  thy  sanctu'ry 

Reveal'd  their  dreadful  end  ; 
On  high,  in  slipp'ry  places,  set, 
Their  footsteps  downward  tend ! 

5  A  moment's  pause  suspends  their  fate  ! 

A  moment  stays  their  pride  ! 
They  dream  of  strength  immovable  ! 
dim.       And  as  a  dream,  abide  ! 

Burford  :  H.  4*  H.  Eternity  :  Z.  ;  hold  on  the  rests  in  stanzas 
1  and  5  only. 


73.      PART.    II.      C.    M. 

God's  presence  alone  our  security  and  happiness. 
Bffm  Let  others  trust   an  arm  of  flesh, 
And  piety  upbraid  ; 
I  find  an  ever  present  God, 
And  seek  almighty  aid  ! 
2    His  counsel  be  my  guiding  star 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ! 
With  radiance  mild  illume  my  path, 
To  bliss  in  brighter  spheres ! 


PSALM  73.  91 

What  bliss  amid  the  mighty  orbs 
That  traverse  boundless  space  ? 

What  ray  of  hope  can  gleam  on  earth, 
It'  he  conceal  his  face  ? 

My  heaven,  my  happiness,  is  God, 

Though  worlds  should  pass  away  ! 
My  portion  here  !   undying  strength, 

When  heart  and  flesh  decay  ! 
Embdcn:  B.  C.     Xcicton  H.  fy  II.     Methfessel :  Z. 


74.        PART    I.       T.    7. 

Creation's  anniversary. 
Dolce. 

i  Nature  slumber'd  in  the  tomb  ; 
Silence  reign'd,  and  waste,  and  gloom ; 
When  Jehovah  gave  decree, 
When  he  said,  Light !  let  it  be  ! 

2  Gently  rose,  in  smiles,  the  morn  ; 
Shadowy  tints  her  train  adorn  ! 
Thine,  Creator  !  rose  the  day  ; 
Thine  repos'd  the  parting  ray. 

3  Chaos  to  the  fiat  bends ! 

East  and  west  the  mandate  tends  ; 
North  and  south  thy  summons  hear ; 
Order,  beauty,  grace,  appear  ! 

4  Nature  lives !  for  all  is  thine  ! 
Suns,  with  chequer'd  light  to  shine; 
Summer,  blazing  in  the  zone; 
Winter  on  its  icy  cone. 

5  All  is  thine  !  the  flowrer,  the  blade, 
Joy  of  harvest,  wintry  shade ! 

All  is  thine  !  the  rolling  sphere  ! 
Thine  the  ever  changing  year  ! 

Lincoln  :  H.  £,*  H.     Green  Valley  :  Z. 


92  PSALM  74. 

PART    II.        L.    Iff. 

Lamentation  over  Judea. 
PI  lintive. 

i  For  ever  from  thy  pity  cast  ? 
O  God  !  the  sentence,  is  it  past  ? 
For  ever  shall  thy  anger  smoke, 
A  _  dost  the  remnant  of  a  flock  ? 

2  Thy  people,  purchased  at  a  price, 

Of  power  so  great,  from  heathen  vice, 
Remember,  for  thy  ancient  love  ! 
Remember  thy  expiring  dove  ! 

3  See  Palestine,  thy  once  lord  seat, 
Long  trampled  by  barbarian  feet ! 
Infuriate  clangors  till  the  air, 

Where  rose  to  thee  the  solemn  prayer  ! 

4  Thy  holy  mount,  thy  stately  pile, 
Abominations  now  defile  ! 
Insulting  o'er  its  ruins,  stand 
The  trophies  of  a  murd'rous  band. 

5  Destroy  !   destroy  !   their  constant  word  ; 
Destroy  this  people  of  the  Lord  ! 

The  sward  shall  have  its  chosen  race  ! 
The  fire  devote  each  sacred  place ! 

6  No  sign,  no  prophet,  more  remains  ! 
No  oracle,  to  ease  their  pains  ! 

But  darkness,  and  perpetual  bonds, 
Avenge,  how  long?  Messiah's  wounds! 

Moravian  Chant :  Z. 


PSALM  74.  93 

PART    III.        L.    M. 
Supplication  for  Judea. 

Plaintivp. 

i  Arise,  0  Cod  !   in  sorrow's  cause, 
For  Judah  wails  thy  broken  laws  ! 

In  faith,  and   prostrate  penitence, 
Let  Salem  mourn  her  great  offence  ! 

2  Can  everlasting  love  forget 

The  cov'nant  erst  with  Abra'm  set  ? 
Behold,  unmov'd,  the  dauntless  mind, 
To  dungeons  and  to  death  consigivd  ? 

3  Oh  no !  there  comes  a  happier  day, 
When  Isr'el's  sons,  now  far  away, 
With  songs  of  triumph  shall  return, 
And  cease  to  sin,  and  cease  to  mourn  ! 

On  Jv dak's  plain  ;  Heinrich  :   G.  C.  ;  repeat  the  3d  and  4th 
lines  of  every  stanza.   Quito:  H.  ^  H.     Hebrew  Hymn:  Z. 


iO.       L.    M.    D. 

Thanksgiving. 
Maestoso. 

To  God  my  off  ring  shall  arise, 

Who  shakes  the  earth,  and  nature  dies  ! 

To  God,  the  judge,  whose  sole  decree 

Can  bind,  or  set  the  nations  free  ! 

Whose  anger  pulls  the  wicked  down, 

Whose  smile  bestows  a  starry  crown  ! 

To  him  for  ever  will  I  sing, 

To  God  my  father,  saviour,  king  ! 

Tuckn/s97th:  H.  <y  H.     Saxony:    G.  C.     .V.  America  :  Z. 


94  PSALM  76. 

S.    M. 
Deity  one  and  indivisible. 

Maestoso. 

i       Jehovah  here  is  known  ! 
One  true  and  only  God  ! 
Nor  equal,  nor  competitor, 
The  universe  e'er  trod  ! 

2  Tremendous  though  his  name, 
He  deigns  with  us  to  dwell ! 

Though  heaven  his  presence  cannot  bound, 
Nor  deep  abyss  of  hell ! 

3  He  brake  the  spear  and  bow, 
The  din  of  battle  hush'd  ! 

fz.  Horseman  and  chariot  sank  !  — they  fell !  — 
dim.    In  mighty  ruin  crush'd  ! 

4  How  greatly  to  be  fear'd, 
When  judgment  he  assumes  ! 

When  malice,  fir'd  against  the  meek, 
To  punishment  he  dooms  ! 

s       To  him  the  sacrifice 

Of  prayer  and  praise  be  given  ! 
An  undivided  worship  pay 

To  him,  on  earth,  in  heaven! 

6      No  senseless  terrors  heed, 
That  would  the  soul  enchain; 
Light,  holy  light,  dispels  the  gloom 
Of  superstition's  reign! 

Utica :  M.     Loudon:   G.  C.     Tomascheck:  Z. 


PSALM  77.  98 

PART    T.        C.     If. 

Providence  mysterious  but  merciful. 

Plaintive 

Remembrance!  oh!  what  heaviness, 

And  sore  disquietude  ! 
What  agonies  my  bosom  rend, 

When  former  sins  intrude  ! 

I  think  of  God,  of  days  long  past, 

And  faint  beneath  the  smart ! 
With  restless  diligence  I  search 

The  secrets  of  my  heart  ! 

Are  not  my  waking  thoughts  of  God, 

His  praise  my  nightly  song? 
My  life,  directed  by  his  law, 

Abhorrent  of  all  wrong  ? 

Hath  love  then,  first-born  of  the  skies, 

Her  native  regions  fled  ? 
Is  grace  an  exile  from  the  throne, 

And  power  to  be  our  dread  ? 

'T  was  human  weakness  !  it  sedue'd 

My  soul  to  unbelief! 
And  plung'd  me,  helpless  victim,  in 

Despondency  of  grief ! 

O  Providence,  thy  wrays  surpass 

Created  powers  to  scan  ! 
Inscrutable  their  mystery, 

Yet  merciful  to  man  ! 

We  traverse  ocean,  tread  the  wild, 

Nor  see  thy  guiding  hand  ! 
Till,  led  like  Israel,  thy  flock, 

We  reach  the  heavenly  land  ! 

Burford  :  H.  ^  H.      Devotion  r  Z. 


96  PSALM  77. 

PART    II.       SIX  LINE    L.    M.       TWO    PAUSES. 

Providence  our  trust,  though  past  understanding. 

Maestoso. 

i  Dread  potentate  !  whose  awful  ways, 
Conceal'd  in  heaven's  eternal  blaze 

No  mortal  eye  shall  ever  reach  ! 
The  mystery  of  grace  divine, 
The  wonders  that  in  nature  shine, 

Humility  to  mortals  teach  ! 

2  Shall  man  thy  providence  explore  ? 
With  vain  attempting  mete  that  shore, 

Whose  measure  is  immensity  ? 
Or  trace  thy  footsteps  on  the  deep, 
The  number  of  thy  judgments  keep, 

And  motives  fix'd  eternally  ? 

3  Forbid,  my  soul,  the  daring  thought! 
Remember  how  with  goodness  fraught, 

His  ways  and  works  have  been  of  old  ! 
What  blessedness  his  truth  reveals  ! 
What  faithfulness  his  promise  seals, 

Of  grace  and  glory  yet  untold  ! 

Quincy  ;  adding  the  quaver  rests  within  a  strain,  to  the  pre- 
ceding note  :  B.  C.  cd.  1626.     Spohr :  Z. 


JO.        C.    M. 

Commemoration  of  ancient  deliverances. 

Con  anima. 

i  O  blest  of  heaven  and  heaven's  high  Lord, 
Come,  worship  at  his  throne  ! 
From  sire  to  son  his  praise  record ; 
Come,  make  his  mercies  known  ! 

2    In  words  that  rapt'rous  joy  inspire, 
And  soft  affection  move  ; 
l*n  thoughts  that  glow  with  holy  fire, 
Commemorate  his  love  ! 

Parma  :   TL  V  H>     Redemption     Z 


PSALM  79.  07 

IAMBIC.    S  •,  <^    I.    l». 

Palestine,  a  waste. 

jfL   Jrnr.A  dies  !    thy  hcri: 

O  heaven,  and  ancient  care! 
Now  rapine  and  destruction  rage, 

For  tyrant-  revel  there  ! 
The  holy  place  of  Isr'el, 

The  sanctu'ry  of  God, 
DenTd  by  war  and  battle, 

Are  crush'd  beneath  the  rod  ! 

2  Jerusalem,  poor  remnant,  weeps 

Her  myriads  of  slain  ! 
O'er  palaces  and  lowers,  in  heaps, 

She  sighs,  but  sighs  in  vain  ! 
Revolving  yet  the  story 

Of  Judah  long  laid  waste, 
She  views  her  soil  still  gory, 

Its  verdure  still  erTac'd ! 

3  O  Solyma,  what  fearful  sights 

Have  dimnrd  that  beauteous  eye  ! 
What  desolation  still  invites 

The  tear  of  sympathy  ! 
Reproach  and  fierce  derision 

Yet  fill  thy  cup  of  woe  ! 
Nor  sufTring,  nor  submission, 

Can  melt  the  ruthless  foe  ! 

4  For  ever,  Lord  !   must  thy  decree 

Of  retribution  flame  ? 
In  blasphemy  for  ever  be 

The  God  of  Isr'el's  name  ? 
Regard  the  prisoner's  sighing, 

Break  off  his  iron  chain  ! 
Compassionate  the  dying! 
Let  Judah  live  and  reign  ! 
Falin  is  thy  throne  .'  peculiar  ;  Martini :  G.  C. 
9 


98  PSALM  80. 

SIX  LINE    L.    M.     3  PAUSES. 

The  western  church  in  desolation. 

piai.  Exthron'd  amid  the  seraphim, 

Where  countless  roll  the  wheels  of  time, 
Celestial  light  !   almighty  power  ! 
Burst  forth  in  this  afflictive  hour  ! 
Effulgent,  shine  upon  our  race  ! 
Thy  ancient  mercies,  Lord  !    retrace  ! 

2  From  superstition's  dark  domain, 
From  persecution's  cruel  reign, 
When  erst  a  tender  vine  was  brought, 
With  joys  exuberantly  fraught  ; 

In  regions  wrapp'd  in  destiny, 
It  rose  and  bloom'd  a  lovely  tree  ! 

3  Its  shade  the  mountains  overspread  ; 
Its  root,  by  bubbling  fountains  fed, 
Nor  drought,  nor  desert,  could  arrest  ; 
Its  branches  fill'd  the  farthest  west: 
Beside  a  thousand  flow'ry  banks, 

Its  clusters  swell'd  in  glowing  ranks. 

4  Now  torn  and  prostrate  its  defence, 
Despoil'd  of  its  magnificence, 

The  savage  hunter  treads  it  down  ; 
It  fades  beneath  a  tyrant's  frown  ; 
The  sword  destroys,  the  fire  devours, 
The  Deity  in  darkness  lours! 

5  Ah  !   why  deserted  of  our  God  ? 
His  vineyard,  why  a  field  of  blood  ? 
Return,  O  God  of  hosts  !   return  ! 

Thy  ravag'd,  slaughter'd,  church  discern! 

Behold,  and  victory  impart ! 

Thine,  ever  thine,  shall  be  our  heart ! 

Bdrillc  :  H.  Sf  H.      Confidence  :  Z. 


PSALM    81.  99 


ir.   M. 


Thanksgiving  for  religious  freedom  acquired. 

Pol  ». 

i      No  ponip  of  horrid  war 

These  silver  sounds  proclaim  I 
They  waft  a  holier  c  11. 
Inspire  a  lovelier  flame  ! 
trum.  To  God  our  strength,  the  summons  loud 
t     Of  trumpet  brings  the  joyful  crowd  ! 

BIT. 

2  Ordain* d  a  hallow 'd  time, 
When  bonds  and  chains  we  tore  ; 
To  God,  the  living  God, 
Fidelity  we  swore  ; 

f.  Renew  the  joy  !   prolong  the  praise  1 
Commemorate  those  happy  days  ! 

Soli ;  grave. 

3  Impiety's  fierce  reign, 
And  soul-subduing  yoke, 
In  boding  horrors  frown'd, 
When  God  deliv'rance  spoke  ! 

On  him  we  call'd  in  secret  prayer; 
His  lightnings  flew,  and  freedom  bare  ! 

All.     Trumpet  crescendo. 

4  Sound,  sound,  the  festal  trump, 
In  long  and  louder  peal  ! 

Till  air  and  ocean  shake  ! 

Till  rocks  their  voice  reveal ! 
With  joyous  psalm  to  God  ascend  ! 
Earth's  canopy  with  music  rend  ! 

Trumpet;  Handel:  II.  $  H.  ed.  1629.      Weymouth:  II.  ^  H. 

Stoelzel:  Z. 


100  PSALM  81. 

PART     II.       T.    7. 

Public  humiliation. 
Grave. 

i  Listen,  peoples,  while  I  tell 
What  an  elder  race  befell  ; 
Hearken  to  the  solemn  word, 
Learn  obedience  to  the  Lord. 

2  Isr'el,  erst  from  bondage  freed, 
Chosen  for  a  holy  seed, 
Bless'd  with  an  unerring  code, 
Worshipp'd  one  eternal  God  ! 

3  He  their  enemies  subdu'd, 
Hearts  by  endless  bounties  woo'd, 
Fed  them  with  the  finest  wheat, 
Milk  and  honey,  purest  treat ! 

4  Oft  as  trouble  rais'd  its  cry, 
Still  was  their  protector  nigh ; 
From  his  secret  place  he  came, 
Swift  to  rescue,  slow  to  blame. 

6  Long  his  pity  had  endur'd, 
Long  their  prosp'rous  state  secur'd  ; 
Till,  impatient  of  reproof, 
Impious,  they  disown'd  his  truth  ! 

b  Then,  abandon'd  to  their  lust, 

Sold  to  selfishness  and  dust, 
f.    Soon  a  'whelming  tempest  came  ; 
dim.  Swept  away  their  place  and  name ! 

Oxford  :  H.  $  H.     Fairfax  :   G.  C.     Kreutzer  :  Z. 


PSALM  82.  101 


Tribou  .shed. 

i  On  everlasting  justice  bas'd, 

II  itli  Deity  it-  tribune  plac'd  ; 
Attendant  myriads  guard  the  throne, 
Or  make  the  dread  decretal  know  n  ! 

2  Thence,  darting  on  inferior  seats, 
An  eve  the  judge  and  ruler  meets! 

A  voice  to  conscience  speaks  alarm  :  — 
Defend  the  innocent  from  harm ! 

3  Deliver  from  oppression's  gripe  ! 

Injustice  from  thy  tablets  wipe  ! 
Be  poverty  no  lingering  bar  ! 

Nor  put  the  orphan's  cause  afar  ! 

4  Shall  power,  or  sordid  pelf,  seduce, 
To  justify  the  unjust  use  ? 

Shall  passion  stay  the  righteous  course, 
'Gainst  law  and  justice  measure  force  ! 

5  Though  judges,  lords,  or  rulers,  nam'd, 
Or  princes,  shall  your  pride  be  tam'd  ! 
Though  first-born  styl'd  of  God  most  high, 
Like  sons  of  Belial,  ye  shall  die  ! 

M>  nmovth:  II.  <y  II.     Hillcr:  Z. 


82.        DOXOLOGY.        C.   M. 

Bless  ye  the  Lord,  who  rove  in  light, 

Around  his  awful  throne  ! 
Bless  ye  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  might, 

And  God  your  sovereign  own  ! 

JVarsaic  :  H.  V  H.     t'appadoc'>a:   Z. 

9* 


102  PSALM  83. 


The  church  assailed  by  infidels. 


1  Shall  heaven  be  still,  when  saints  complain, 

And  righteousness  expires  ? 
When  frantic  persecutors  haste 
To  quench  in  blood  their  fires  ? 

2  Against  the  sons  and  heirs  of  God 

In  crafty  league  combin'd  ; 
Come,  raze  this  heaven-born  church,  they  cry, 
From  mortals  and  from  mind  ! 

3  These  temples,  which  obstruct  the  ground, 

And  darken  all  the  sky, 
Shall  monuments  of  vengeance  stand, 
Or  mounds  of  ruin  lie  ! 

4  Extinguish,  Lord  !  their  furious  ire, 

In  floods  of  vast  defeat ! 
Or  let  thy  presence  awe  their  souls, 
To  venerate  thy  seat ! 

5  Thy  name,  thy  glorious  name,  shall  then 
Descend  to  distant  times; 
Jehovah,  and  his  praise,  alone 
Embrace  remotest  climes. 

York  :  H.  fy  H.     Hofmeister  :  Z. 


PSALxM  84.  103 


VERSION  I.       L.    M. 

Felicities  of  divine  worship. 
AfFettuoso. 

i  My  God  !   how  beautiful  the  place, 
The  temple  of  redeeming  grace  ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  fbst'ring  shade, 
And  peace  her  lov'd  abode  hath  made  ! 

2  I  thirst,  I  pant,  for  heavenly  themes  ! 
Depart,  ye  weary,  worldly,  dreams  ! 
My  spirit  faints  to  see  her  God  ! 
She  spurns,  she  soars  above,  this  clod  ! 

s  O  bliss,  ecstatic  bliss,  to  dwell 
Where  saints  in  light  thy  glory  tell ! 
No  weariness  retards  their  powers, 
Perpetual  praise  enchants  their  hours  ! 

4  Yet  happy  they  of  human  kind, 
Whose  feet  the  way  to  Zion  find  ! 

This  vale  of  tears  while  traveling  through, 
An  opening  heaven  still  cheers  the  view ! 

5  One  day,  that  vision  to  behold, 
Is  better  than  a  thousand,  told 

In  palace,  court,  or  martial  camp  ; 
'Mid  banner  gay,  or  festive  lamp  ! 

6  Jehovah  is  a  sun  and  shield  ! 
His  altars  grace  and  glory  yield  ! 
There  would  I  die  !  and  thence  arise, 
To  join  the  worship  of  the  skies  ! 

Reading  ;  peculiar  :  L.  H.     Gardner  :  H.  &,-  H.     Boston :  Z. 

Beading  is  among  the  mosx  exquisite  of  the  L.  H.  tunes, 
though  very  little  known,  and  not  to  be  found  in  the  usual 
collections. 


104  PSALM  84. 

VERSION    II.       T.  8    &  7.    D. 

Absence  from  God's  house  lamented. 

Plaintive. 

1  Lov'd  resort !  blest  habitation  ! 

Than  earth's  brightest  scenes  more  fair  ! 
Thirsting,  fainting,  for  salvation, 

Every  sigh  and  wish  is  there  ! 
While  the  sparrow  finds  a  shelter, 

Spring's  tir'd  harbinger  a  nest, 
Sought  asylum  at  thine  altar, 

Wails  my  heart  its  long  lost  rest ! 

2  Happy  they  whose  constant  dwelling 

Are  the  precincts  of  my  God  ! 
Heart  and  voice,  in  concert  swelling, 

Fill  with  praise  their  blest  abode  ! 
Happy  who,  by  thee  supported, 

Tread  with  constancy  thy  ways  ! 
Far  remov'd,  yet  not  deserted, 

Zion  still  shall  end  their  days  ! 

3  Hear,  O  Father,  my  entreaty  ! 

Isr'el's  love  thou  oft  hast  won  ! 
View  this  anxious  face  with  pity, 

To  thy  courts  restore  a  son  ! 
Happier  one  day  in  thy  temple, 

Than  a  thousand  elsewhere  spent ! 
Rather  would  I  watch  thy  portal, 

Than  command  the  glitt'ring  tent ! 

4  What  ?  though  sorrow  lour,  and  darkness  ! 
God  is  still  a  sun  and  shield  ! 
Grace  imparted  soon  shall  endless 
Glory  to  the  righteous  yield  ! 


PSALM  84.  105 

O  how  blest  whose  faithful  spirit 

Doubts  not  of  Jehovah's  love  ! 
Good  oo  earth  shall  he  inherit, 

I  taalloy'd  in  realms  above  ! 

Greencilh  :    Smyrna  .      //.    fy    //.       Passover:     G.  C. 
OldJerduld:  /. 


854       SIX    LINE  L.  Iff.      3  PAUSES. 

Penitence  and  pardon. 
Recitatiro. 

i  Come,  welcome,  to  the  hallow'd  dome! 
My  people,  come  !  Jehovah  saith  : 
He  calls  you  to  a  heavenly  home; 
From  tolly's  dreams,  to  life,  to  faith  ! 
Stay  not,  O  men,  nor  love  withstand  ! 
To  glory  come  !  to  Canaan's  land  ! 

Air.     Plaintive. 

•2  Calm  thee,  my  soul !  allay  thy  fears, 
Of  heaven  incens'd,  uncancell'd  guilt! 
Redemption  now  the  suppliant  cheers, 
Upon  the  rock  of  ages  built  ! 
Hark  !   from  on  high  !   't  is  thy  release  ! 
'T  is  heaven's  own  voice  !  it  whispers,  peace! 

3  Mercy  and  love,  celestial  pair  ! 
Benignant  rise  o'er  man's  fall'n  race  ! 
Justice  and  peace  delight  to  spare  ; 
In  union  blest  thy  cause  embrace  ! 
Approving  heaven  breaks  forth  in  smiles, 
With  virtue's  flowers  thy  path  beguiles. 

4  See  bloom  on  earth  immortal  truth! 

Its  fragrance  spreads  through  every  clime ; 
The  church  adorns  with  grace  and  youth, 
Beyond  these  bounds  of  space  and  time  ! 
Faith,  hope,  and  love,  auspicious  train  ! 
Now  bid  thee  rise,  rejoice,  and  reign  ! 

Voice  of  Peace:  or  Palestine ;  Mazzinghi :  Milton  :  H,  <£•  H, 
Handel's  Song ;  stanza  1  to  Pamphylia  :   Z, 


106  PSALM  86. 

L.    M. 

One  only  God. 
Maestoso. 

i  Shall  potentate  of  regal  name? 
Shall  earthly  lord,  or  hero,  claim, 
Or  meaner  mortal  dare  pursue, 
The  majesty  to  Godhead  due  ? 

2  Yet  these  are  dust!   among  the  gods, 
Whom  men  have  feign'd  to  nil  the  abodes 
Of  heaven's  empyreal  canopy, 

Can  fancy  aught  discern  like  thee  1 

3  The  creature's  works,  how  feeble  all  ! 
Before  thy  winds  the  mightiest  fall  ! 
Upon  thy  firm  foundations  stand  ; 

Or  sink,  engulph'd  within  thy  sand! 

4  Thy  works  alone  of  matchless  skill, 
The  soul  with  admiration  fill  ! 
Eternal  is  thy  bright  employ, 
Eternally  renew'd  thy  joy  ! 

5  Creation's  voice  declares  thee,  one ! 
Omnipotent !   beside  thee,  none  ! 
Creator,  worlds  on  worlds  avow  ; 
Divinity  none  else  allow. 

6  Thou,  only  thou,  art  God  most  high ! 
Sole  sovereign  Lord  of  earth  and  sky ! 
O'er  regions  of  supernal  day, 
Supreme,  and  sole,  thy  boundless  sway  ! 

Ncuiticich:  L.  H.     God's  Presence  :  Z.,  varying  the  expres- 
sion of  the  last  strain. 


PSALM  s;  107 


The  favor  of  God  to  his  church. 

A  mid  the  heaven  of  heavens 

Our  God  hath  tix'd  his  seat; 

Thence  views,  with  eve  intent,  the  worlds 
That  roll  beneath  his  feet. 

i      Bat  where  the  saints  abide, 
And  Zion's  gates  unfold, 

Beyond  the  bright  and  blazing  orb, 
\\\<  love  hath  dwelt  of  old. 

3  O    church  belov'd  of  God, 

How  fair,   how  glad,  thy  >tate  ! 
Nor  pomp,  nor  power,  nor  joy  of  thrones, 
Can  rise  to  height  so  great. 

4  Within  thy  courts  are  born 
The  sons  and  heirs  of  light; 

Thy  name,  endear'd  o'er  all  on  earth, 
To  bliss  secures  their  right. 

5  In  thee  our  joys  revive, 

Our  hopes  shall  heavenward  spring ; 
In  thee,  with  voice  of  song,  our  thanks 
To  heaven's  high  Lord  we  bring. 

Elysium  :  B.C.      Tychicus  :  Z. 


87.       DOXOLOOV.       S.    M. 

Pr  use  to  creation's  Lord  ! 
And  blessings  on  his  reign  ! 
Thro'  heaven,  through  earth,  proclaim  his  worth  ! 
Shout,  all  ye  hosts,  amen  ! 

Rutland :  B.  C     Festival  Tune .-  z. 


108  PSALM  88.     t.  t. 

Complaint  under  a  life  of  sorrow, 
piai.    q0J)  0f  niy  salvation,  hear  ! 

Father,  to  thy  child  draw  near  ! 
Morning,  noon,  and  night,  I  pray ; 
Turn,  O  turn  thee  not  away  ! 

2  Trouble  fills  my  anxious  soul, 
O'er  me  all  thy  billows  roll ! 
Wrath,  in  deep  despair  I  cry, 
Presseth  on  me  till  I  die  ! 

3  Friend  and  relative  are  gone  ! 
'Sociate  thou  hast  left  me  none ! 
Scorn'd  and  shunn'd,  my  lonely  path 
Guiding  star  nor  limit  hath. 

4  Paralyz'd  my  wasting  eye, 

Down  cast  from  the  beauteous,  sky, 
Bow'd  to  sullen  earth  I  go, 
Bent  beneath  the  weight  of  woe. 

5  Heavenward  yet  with  lifted  hands, 
Daily  I  deplore  these  bands  ; 

Bands,  which  youth  and  childhood  knew, 
Sorrows  that  with  manhood  grew. 

6  Terrors  long  my  heart  have  torn  ! 
Frowning  heavens  I  long  have  borne  ! 
Stay,  O  stay  the  tempest  wild  ! 
Father,  spare  thy  weeping  child  ! 

Nuremburg :    H.  fy  H.     Mvffat,  minor :  Z. 


89.       PART    I.        C.    M. 

Mercy  everlasting. 

aff-  I  'll  sing  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  ! 
Nor  cease  to  pour  the  lay  ; 
Thy  faithfulness  shall  be  my  theme, 
While  ages  roll  away. 


PSALM  89.  109 

2  For  ever  !  O  transporting  thought ! 

For  ever  mercy  reigns  ! 
Inviol  itethy  promise,  Lord  ! 
Not  heaven  more  sure  remains! 

3  Fulfill'dy  celestial  armies  sing, 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  ! 
Fulfill'd  on  earth,  the  church,  redeem'd 
From  sin  and  death,  shall  prove. 

4  What  power  beyond  this  earthly  orb 

With  Godhead  may  compare? 
Nor  saint  in  light,  nor  seraph  bright, 
The  name  divine  shall  bear. 
Exeter  ;  peculiar.   Salem ; peculiar  :  B.C.  Morning  Prayer  :  Z. 


89.     PART    II.       T.    8,    7,    St     4. 

Blessings  of  revelation. 

esi}-    Lord!  thy  throne,  on  justice  founded, 
Mightiest  sons  of  earth  shall  fear  ; 
Through  the  church,  thy  mercy,  sounded, 
Gladdens  every  heart  sincere. 
Nations,  listen  ! 
Happy  who  the  tidings  hear  ! 

2  Light  illumes  their  humblest  dwelling, 

Radiant  from  celestial  grace  ; 
Hope,  each  mortal  ill  dispelling, 

Brightens  every  sorrowing  face  : 
God,  their  saviour, 
Will  the  power  of  sin  abase. 

3  One  the  fount  of  their  salvation  ! 

One  the  rock  of  their  defence  ! 
Thanks  supreme  and  adoration 
Pay  we  to  omnipotence  ! 
<  )ne  most  holy, 
God  of  grace  and  providence ! 
Trivoli ;  peculiar  :  H.  if  H.  ed.  1620.     Flint's  Tune  :  Z. 
10 


110  PSALM   90. 

6  LINE    L.    M.       3  PAUSES. 
God's  eternity,  man's  mortality, 
piai.    Thou  art,  O  God  !   from  earliest  time, 
Thy  children's  hope,  their  shield  sublime  ! 
Ere  mountain  mingled  with  the  sky, 
Ere  feebler  dust  arose  to  die, 
Infinity  was  thy  domain  ! 
Eternity  beheld  thy  reign  ! 

2  An  age,  an  hour,  alike  appears, 
Unnumber'd,  in  thy  countless  years ! 
But  man,  beneath  thy  potent  hand, 
A  ruin  totters  on  the  sand  ! 

The  wave  beats  high,  the  tempest  roars ! 
He  falls  !  he  quits  these  treach'rous  shores  ! 

3  Mortality  !  O  mournful  fate  ! 

To  fourscore  years  its  ling'ring  date  ! 
Infirmity  and  sorrow  then 
Have  long  outliv'd  thesufFrer's  gain  ! 
Though  youth  rejoic'd,  though  manhood  shone, 
The  tale  is  told,  and  life  is  gone  ! 

4  The  anger  of  a  righteous  God 
Our  life  hath  measured  by  the  rod  ! 
Our  pains  are  numerous,  days  are  few, 
While  sin  and  folly  we  pursue  ! 

Yet  few  and  ill,  if  taught  taprize, 
By  wisdom  led,  we  reach  the  skies  ! 

s   Return,  O  God  !  in  love  return  ! 
For  ever  shall  creation  mourn  ? 
Let  mercy  gild  some  happy  days, 
And  life  preserv'd  prolong  thy  praise  ! 
Our  ravish'd  souls  then  spurn  the  tomb, 
For  brighter  worlds  and  heavenly  bloom  ! 

Brighton  ;  H.  fy  H.     Confidence :  Z. 


PSALM  91  HI 


Refuse  in  God. 


AtTVttuoso. 

i    Fly,  fly,  my  bouI,  to  thai  abode 
Remote  from  human  eye, 
Where  happiness  lor  ever  dwells, 
Where  pleasures  never  die! 

a    My  refuge  !  thy  blest  shade  I  seek, 
When  earth  and  hell  combine  ; 
Should  fortune,  or  should  friendship,  fail, 
My  God  !  I  call  thee  mine ! 

3  Thy  truth,  my  buckler,  and  my  shield, 

Prepares  me  for  the  fight  ; 
No  perils  of  the  day  alarm, 
Nor  terrors  of  the  night. 

4  Where  lurid  pestilence  consumes, 

And  devastation  stalks, 
Its  myriad  victims  mowing  down, 
Unhurt  thy  servant  walks  ! 

5  No  ill  remediless  shall  fall 

Upon  his  honor'd  name; 
Pollution  shall  not  stain  his  house, 
Nor  vice  there  hide  its  shame. 

6  Thy  providence  shall  guide  his  steps, 

Thine  angels  guard  his  way  ; 
At  thy  command,  their  tend'rest  charge 
To  life  and  bliss  convey  ! 

Jiowdohi  :   //.  <y  H.     Bray  :    G.  C.     Hussitan  chant :  Z. 


112  PSALM  92. 

PART    I.       T.    7. 

The  offering  of  praise  delightful. 

Dolce. 
i  Sacred  pleasure  !  sweet  employ  ! 
Foretaste  of  celestial  joy  ! 
Thanks  with  grateful  heart  to  pay, 
Homage  with  the  orient  ray  ! 

2  Then,  as  evening  shadows  fall, 
Daily  mercies  to  recall, 

Truth  and  faithfulness  divine ;  — 
Blissful  worship  !  be  it  mine  ! 

3  Mine  to  touch  the  trembling  chord, 
Hallow'd  to  creation's  Lord  ; 
Mine  to  swell  the  solemn  tone  ;  — 
Be  it,  Lord  !  to  thee  alone  ! 

4  In  thy  works  will  I  rejoice, 
Hear  thee  in  creation's  voice  ; 
View  thee  in  thy  vast  designs, 
Where  eternal  mercy  shines  ! 

Grave. 

6  Yet  the  wonders  thou  hast  wrought 
Earthly  men  consider  not ! 
In  thy  praise  for  ever  mute, 
Stubborn  as  the  senseless  brute  ! 

6  Power  and  affluence  their  aim, 
Proud  ambition's  lawless  fame  ; 
Quick  they  flourish,  as  the  grass ; 
Quick  from  mortal  vision  pass  ! 

Norwich  :  M.     Clementi  :  Z. 


PSALM  92  113 

TART    II.        C.   M.   D. 
Enduring  honors  of  virtue  and  piety. 

-sivo. 

The  righteous  as  the  palm-tree  stand, 

I  [igh  tow'ring  to  the  skies, 
\\  hen  sweeps  the  south-west  o'er  the  land 

And  earth  a  ruin  [lea  I 
Like  cedars  in  the  prospect  fair, 

Of  hill,  or  dale,  or  fount, 
Their  fragrance  fills  the  scented  air, 
Their  stems  the  grove  surmount. 

Unfading  stock  !  the  beauteous  plant 

OfZion'sholy  hill! 
Athirst  for  righteousness,  they  pant 

In  heaven  to  drink  their  fill  : 
Deep  fix'd  within  thy  courts,  O  God  ! 

Their  firm  abiding  root, 
In  age  their  branches  spread  abroad, 

And  yield  the  noblest  fruit. 

Thy  justice  rules  the  ethereal  plains  ; 

And  darker  realms  below  ; 
Exalts  the  saint  where  virtue  reigns, 

The  sinner  dooms  to  woe  ! 
Should  earth  unite  in  dread  array, 

With  sin,  and  death,  and  hell  ; 
Thy  truth  is  my  eternal  stay, 

My  rock  impregnable  ! 

Tolland  :  H.  £  H.     Bithynia  :  Z. 
10* 


114  PSALM  93. 


Incomparable  greatness  of  God. 
Maestoso. 

i  Jehovah  reigns  !  resistless  might, 
Resplendent  in  eternal  light ! 
Immortals  vanish  in  the  beam  ! 
Eclips'd  their  ray,  as  nothing  seem  ! 

2  Assumes  he  strength  ?  archangels  fall ! 
His  power  sustains  this  floating  ball  ! 
From  nature's  dawn,  from  days  of  old, 
His  throne  endures  !  while  ages  roll'd  ! 

3  From  everlasting  thou  art  God  ! 
Unsearchable  !  thy  own  abode  ! 

Thou  wast,  thou  art,  and  still  shalt  come, 
Eternal  King  !  our  help,  our  home  ! 

4  The  billows  roar,  and  swell,  and  rage  ; 
The  floods  in  war  with  heaven  engage  ! 
Surge  upon  surge  the  conflict  meet ; 
One  awful  frown  !  —  the  waves  retreat ! 

5  Impiety  lifts  up  its  voice  ; 
Fierce  unbelief  returns  the  noise  ! 

lam.  Their  hosts,  a  wasting  tempest,  howl !  — 
dim.  To  drink  of  death's  oblivious  bowl  ! 

6  Thy  promise,  Lord  !  is  ever  sure ; 
Thy  temple,  as  thy  doctrine,  pure ; 
Profane  and  profligate,  beware  ! 
Nor  kindle  wrath,  by  sinning  there  ! 

Orland  ;  peculiar  :  B.  C.     Proctor  :  H.  fy  H.      Regency  :  Z. 


PSALM  94  115 

T.    7. 
Omniscience  inseparable  from  creative  power. 

i  Slow  of  heart  to  understand, 
Blind  to  an  almighty  hand, 

When  .-hall  wisdom  be  your  choice  ? 
When  obey'd  her  warning  voice  I 

2  He  who  fram'd  this  curious  ear, 
Shall  he  not  command  your  fear  ! 
Faithless  in  a  listening  God, 
Dare  ye  falsehood  spread  abroad  ! 

3  He  who  form'd  the  eye  to  see, 
Shall  he  not  a  witness  be  ? 
Every  secret  crime  behold, 
Wickedness  of  heart  unfold  ? 

4  What  though  nations  be  unjust  ? 
View  them  levelTd  with  the  dust  ! 
Vainly  was  their  power  array 'd, 
When  his  judgments  were  display'd. 

5  Knowledge  he  imparts  to  man, 
Earth  to  fathom,  heaven  to  scan  ; 
Shall  he  not  his  creatures  know, 
Fitted,  or  for  weal,  or  woe  ! 

6  O  ye  sinner-  ce  ! 
Flutt'ring  here  your  little  space, 
Bold  in  project,  vain  in  thought, 
Heaven  perceives  your  works  are  naught. 

i  Happy  whom  the  Lord  corrects, 
Conscious,  who  each  fault  detects  ; 
Living  waters  he  shall  draw, 
Fount  celestial,  from  thy  law. 

.#sc7i  :  H.  fy  H.     KrfAdzcr  :   Z. 


116  PSALM  95. 


God  the  creator  and  preserver. 
Dolce. 

i  Come,  songsters  of  the  sacred  choir, 
Attune  your  hearts,  attune  the  lyre  ! 
cres.  RjSGj  voice  of  melody,  arise, 
mv-  To  him  who  gilds  the  glowing  skies. 

2  To  God,  our  strength  and  towering  rock, 
Come,  men  belov'd,  come,  chosen  flock  ; 
Ye  warbling  minstrels,  lead  the  throng, 
And  fill  the  holy  place  with  song. 

3  His  mighty  grasp  compress5  d  the  poles  ; 
Obedient  nature  onward  rolls; 

He  tore,  from  depths  unknown,  the  hills  ; 
pp-    He  murmurs  in  the  running  rills. 

4  The  restless  waters  are  his  own  ; 
The  rock,  the  crag,  his  nether  throne  ; 
He  sever' d  ocean  from  the  land  ; 
Bade  shore  its  breasted  heights  expand. 

5  Come,  worship  at  his  chosen  seat, 
Where  righteousness  and  mercy  meet  ; 
Come,  kneel,  O  men  !   implore  his  grace  ! 
Fall,  prostrate  fall,  before  his  face. 

6  Thrice  happy  church,  his  favor'd  care ! 
Blest  flock  that  roam  his  pastures  fair  ! 
This  God  is  yours  !   O  never  stray  ; 
But  keep  his  perfect,  peaceful,  way. 

Gloucester  :  H.  V  H-     Harmonia  ;  Heinrich  :   G.  C. 
Mozart9 s  Sorter .-  Z. 


PSALM  95.  117 

TfiRSION.       II.       A.    11. 
Invitation  to  divine  worship, 
toso. 

i  Ocomb,  let  us  sing,  let  us  shout,  to  the  Lord, 
Our  rock  of  salvation,  our  shield,  and  our  sword  ! 
Hi-  greatness  to  honor,  our  anthems  we  '11  raise  ; 
In  psalms  of  thanksgiving  his  goodness  we  '11  praise. 

2  Come,  haste  to  his  presence  whose  love  is  supreme  ; 
In  darkness,  in  splendor,  his  attributes  beam  ; 
Dread  monarch  !   his  sway  o'er  creation  extends ; 
His  name  every  title  angelic  transcends. 

3  The  unfathom'd  abyss,  hollow'd  out  by  his  hand, 
The  mountains,  its  barrier,  his  wisdom  hath  planivd ; 
The  earth  and  the  ocean  pertain  to  the  Lord, 
Prepar'd  by  his  goodness,  adorn'd  by  his  word. 

4  O  come,  let  us  worship,  bow  down,  and  adore, 
This  Lord, our  creator,  our  ruler,  before; 
Whose  people  we  are,  from  captivity  freed  ; 
The  flock  of  his  pasture,  in  safety  we  feed. 

Plaintive. 

5  Yet  often  rebellious  his  people  have  prov'd  ; 
Oft  slighted  his  mercy,  and  vanity  lord  ; 
Forewarn'd  by  their  sorrows,  O  hear  his  request; 
Obey  the  glad  summons,  ascend  to  his  rest. 

Portuguezi  Hymn  ;  peculiar:  H.  Sf  H.     Galilee  :  Z. 


118  PSALM  96. 

C.   M.     &     T.    8. 

Transcendent  excellence  of  the  one  true  God. 
Dolce.      Semichorus. 

i  Begin,  rapt  muse,  the  inspiring  lay 
To  heaven's  eternal  sire  ! 
Let  his  blest  name,  from  day  to  day, 
The  choral  anthem  fire ! 

chorus.  Glory,  honor,  adoration, 

To  the  rock  of  our  salvation  ! 
Sing,  ye  saints  of  every  nation, 
Halleluiah  ! 

Semichorus. 

2  Give  to  thy  God  immortal  praise  ! 

His  wonders  be  thy  song  ! 
In  beauty  his  perfections  blaze 
Creation's  hosts  among ! 

chorus.  Glory,  &/C. 

Semichorus  ;    pp. 

3  Yet  nature's  fairest  forms  conceal 

The  Godhead  from  our  eyes  ; 
His  footsteps  glow  in  glitt'ring  orbs, 
Beyond  the  azure  skies. 

4  His  love  demands  a  sweet  return  ; 

To  him  the  altar  rear  ; 
There  brightly  shall  affection  burn  ; 
There  bring  thy  gift,  a  tear  ! 

mf. 

5  He  comes  !   salvation  on  his  wings  — 

Creation  to  redeem  ! 
Thro'  heaven,  through  earth,  the  chorus  rings  ! 
Salvation  still  the  theme ! 

chorus.  Glory,  &c. 

Ashley  :  L.  H.     St.  Timotheus  :  Z. 


PSALM  96.  110 

vr.usiox    II.       A.    6. 
Final  prevalence  of  a  pure  worship. 
DdIm«     Bemicho 

i    Arise,  Bacred  minstrel  ! 
Arise  to  devotion  ! 

Join,  earth,  in  the  anthem  ! 
er  the  ocean  ! 
Iting  the  Godhead 

With  honor  and  blessing; 
His  name  and  salvation 
In  triumph  confessing  ! 

Chorus. 
Wake  up  echo,  ye  forests  !  he  cometh  who  made  jou  ! 
With  fruits,  and  gay  flowers,  to  delight  us,  who  bade  you  ! 

Semichorus. 

■2    How  great  is  Jehovah  ! 

His  kingdom,  how  glorious! 
O'er  gods  of  the  heathen, 

O'er  tyrants,  victorious ! 
His  temple  with  grandeur, 

And  grace,  is  surrounded  ! 
On  strength  everlasting 

It>  pillars  are  founded  ! 

Chorus. 
Hail.  Zion,  thy  monarch  !  he  comes  to  deliver  ! 
Thy  peace,  in  full  streams,  shall  now  flow  like  a  river  ! 
Semichorus. 

3    The  idols  !   they  tumble! 

Their  pomp,  and  their  splendor ! 
The  peoples  !   they  perish  ! 

Adoration  who  render ! 
One  Deity  worship  ! 

Revere  the  most  holy  ! 
With  virtue  propitiate, 

With  rites  pure  and  lowly  ! 

Chorn-. 
Shout,  people  heloved  !  he  comes  with  redemption  ! 
From  sin.  woe,  and  death,  an  eternal  exemption  ! 

The  Coronach  ;  Clark  ;  or  Scotland  :  H.  fy>  H. 
Aeio  Jerusalem  :  Z. 


129  PSALM  97. 

C.    M. 

The  kingdom  and  grace  of  Jehovah 
Maestoso. 

i    The  Infinite  !  he  reigns  supreme  ! 
O  earth  adore  thy  Lord  ! 
Let  ocean,  and  its  countless  isles, 
Responsive  wake  the  chord ! 

2  Light  uncreate  invests  his  throne, 

And  splendors  veil  his  feet ! 
Justice  and  equity  are  there ; 
And  there  a  mercy-seat ! 

3  His  lightnings  flash  !  a  conscious  world 

Hangs  trembling  at  his  rod  ! 
His  enemies  expect  their  doom, 
And  feel  a  present  God ! 

4  Benevolence  would  linger  yet  ; 

For  smiles  dismiss  its  frown  ; 
Ye  lofty  sons  of  unbelief, 
To  mercy  yet  bow  down  ! 

Affettuoso. 

5  Exult,  ye  saints  !  for  yours  the  joy 
Of  his  eternal  reign  ! 

Daughters  of  Zion,  crown  your  king, 
In  some  seraphic  strain  ! 

All. 

6  AY  hat  visions,  say  !   what  bliss  unknown, 

What  joy's  ecstatic  height, 
With  him,  in  brighter  worlds  are  sown, 
For  sons  and  heirs  of  light  ! 

Antonia  ;  Heinrirh  ;  peculiar.  Arise,  ye  people  ;  peculiar :  G.  C 
Luther's  Sojiv  :  Z. 


..... 
sop.   ) 


PSALM  98.  t.  121 

Jehovah's  triumph. 

maci.     Swell  the  chorus  ! 
New,  melodious, 
Anthem    to  Jehovah  Mng ! 

Sound  the  clarion  ! 

Brave  battalion, 
Shout  before  the  Lord,  the  king  ! 

2      Strong  in  battle, 
Man  nor  angel, 
Needs  he  to  sustain  the  fight ; 
Give  him  honor! 
Crown  him  conqu'ror  ! 
Triumph  only  in  his  might! 

p.  s       Sweetly,  lyrist. 

Sing  his  conquest ; 
Touch  the  strings  to  God  most  high  !  repeat 

Roar,  thou  ocean ! 

Floods  in  motion, 
Rise,  exulting,  to  the  sky  ! 

f.    4       Loudest  thunders, 

Tell  his  wonders  ; 
Round  the  earth  in  homage  roll ! 

Tribes  terestrial, 

Saints  celestial, 
Chant  his  deeds  from  line  to  pole  ! 

iv  5     Lo  !  he  comes,  he  comes,  to  bless 
Penitents  with  righteousness ! 
Rebels,  to  perdition  hurl'd, 
Fill  with  awe  a  trembling  world ! 

6        Hail  him,  Saviour  ! 

Bringing  to  the  poor  release  ! 

Hail  him,  ruler  ! 
Welcome  reign  of  truth  and  peace!  Halleluiah  I 

Strike  the  Cymbals  !  piece  ;    Pucitta :  B.   C 
11 


!22  PSALM  98. 

VERSION    II.       S.    M. 

God  the  giver  of  victory. 

Con  spirito. 

i       Prepare  the  joyful  lay 
Of  conquest  and  renown  ! 
Heaven  hath  the  bright  achievement  wrought, 
And  every  foe  put  down  ! 

2  Omnipotence  alone 

The  battle  torrent  stemm'd  ; 
Burst  the  vain  phalanx,  crush' d  the  host, 
Who  proffer'd  peace  contemn'd. 

3  Deliv'rance  he  decreed, 
And  victory  bestows  ; 

Just  to  his  worshippers,  the  Lord 
In  dreadful  conflict  rose ! 

4  Admiring  nations  see, 
Where  earth's  far  circles  bend, 

God  is  the  saviour  of  his  church, 
Her  father,  and  her  friend. 

Clapton  :  H.  fy"  S"-     Proclamation  :   G.  C.    Festival  tune  r  Z. 


98.       VERSION    III.       C.    M. 

Messiah's  first  advent. 
Maestoso. 

Sing,  muse  sublime,  some  air  of  heaven, 

And  renovate  the  soul ! 
To  harmony  and  hope  unbind 

The  rigors  of  the  pole  ! 

Let  harp  and  song  in  sweetness  vie, 

To  melt  obdurate  earth  ; 
The  trumpet  cease  from  war's  dread  note, 

To  sound  a  saviour's  birth  ! 


PSALM  96.  123 

3  Echo,  ye  hills  !  ye  forests,  wave 

The  joyous  news  afar  ! 
w*     Soft  zephyrs,  waft  it  on  your  wings, 
And  strike  the  distant  -tar  ! 

4  lie  comes,  with  equity  to  judge, 

With  mercy  to  rede 
He  comes,  the  r  of  love, 

The  gift  of  love  supreme  ! 
Joy  to  the  world ;  piece:  B.  C     Conway  :  77.  «y  H.     Brooms- 
grovt  :   G.  C.     Missionary  Song  :  Z. 


99.       6  LINE    S.    M. 

Public  worship  a  duty  and  privilege. 

Maestoso. 

a      Supreme  in  power  and  grace, 
Where  angels  veil  their  face, 

Irradiates  an  eternal  throne  ! 
While  earth  convulsions  rend, 
While  trembling  nations  bend, 

Jehovah  reigns,  and  reigns  alone. 

-2      That  name,  by  saints  rever'd, 
By  senseless  scoffers  fear'd. 
That  dreadful  name  shall  men  adore  ; 
The  Godhead  they  shall  bless, 
Declare  his  righteousness, 
His  grace  with  prostrate  heart  implore. 

3      O  people,  ruler,  priest, 

Observe  his  solemn  feast  ; 
*T  is  angel's  food,  ;t  is  heavenly  wine  ! 

He  hears  and  answers  prayer, 

And  long  his  mercies  spare  ; 
O  seek  him  in  his  rites  divine ! 

Prescott.    JDalston  :  H.  <y  H.     Haydcris  Chant:  Z. 


124  PSALM  100.     l.  m. 

Earth  invited  to  adore. 

rnaes.  Break  forth  in  song  and  sacred  mirth! 
Thy  maker  celebrate,  O  earth  ! 
From  every  land  let  praise  ascend  ! 
Let  every  heart  in  homage  bend  ! 
•2  Go,  worshippers,  your  joyful  way, 
To  him,  who  sheds  celestial  day  ; 
To  his  blest  courts,  who  fills  the  throne 
Of  empire,  and  of  grace,  alone  ! 

3  Not  we  ourselves,  his  spirit  bade 
This  dust  to  live,  in  honor  made ; 
Before  us  spread  a  beauteous  land, 
Conducts  us  with  a  shepherd's  hand. 

4  Press,  onward  to  his  altars  press  ; 
The  name  that  thrills  creation  bless! 
There  of  his  truth  and  goodness  sing; 
There  taste  of  life's  o'erflowing  spring  ! 

Park  Street:  H.  S,H.     Magnificat:   Calvin: 


100.       VERSION    II.       L.    M. 

All  nations  summoned  to  the  worship  of  Jehovah. 

mae?.  Realms  far  remote,  benighted  lands, 
Ye  western  wilds,  ye  southern  sands, 
Come,  worship  at  Jehovah's  throne ; 
Come,  rear  to  him  the  stately  dome. 

Solo,  tenor. 

2  No  semblance  there,  no  mystic  skreen  ; 
One  only  God,  by  faith,  be  seen  ! 
Creator,  self-existent  might, 

He  will'd  ;   and,  lo  !  the  beaming  light  ! 

Duet. 

3  We  are  his  offspring,  sons  of  God, 
Preparing  for  his  bright  abode  ; 
His  ransom/ d  people,  whom  he  leads 
To  holier  temples,  higher  meeds. 


PSALM  100.  125 

All. 

4  Salute  his  nates  with  songs  divine, 
With  peak  of  praise  his  hallow'd  shrine  ! 

Let  thank- ten  thousand  thousand  rise, 

Till  earth'-  loud  joy  salute  the  skiea  1 

5  Grace  be  your  theme,  celestial  grace; 
Love  which  eternity  shall  trace  ; 

Truth  that  .-hall  mock  the  insatiate  tomb, 
O'er  time's  long  wave  for  ever  bloom! 
Denmark  ;  piece  :  L.  H.  duct  in  A.  L.     Calvin  :  Z. 

101.      L.    M. 

Good  resolutions. 
Espressivo. 

i  I  sing  the  purpose  of  my  heart, 
From  vice  and  folly  to  depart ; 
Hypocrisy,  vile  garb,  I  hate  ; 
Ingenuous  thoughts  I  meditate. 

2  The  charmer's  mingled  cup  I  '11  fly  : 
Who  drink  the  madd'ning  potion,  die  ! 
The  look,  the  laugh,  of  guilt  I  loathe, 
Nor  virtue  will  to  sin  betroth. 

3  The  wrangling  tongue,  the  action  rude, 
On  social  bliss  shall  not  intrude  ; 

Nor  craft,  nor  violence,  I  11  know ; 
Nor  liars,  who  suspicion  sow. 

4  From  pride  and  selfishness  I '11  turn, 
'Gainst  cruelty  indignant  burn  ; 
My  ;sociates  be,  the  faithful  few  ! 

My  friends,  the  lib'ral,  just,  and  true  ! 

5  Ah  !    vain  in  mortal  strength  to  plan ! 
Thy  strength  is  feebleness,  O  man  ! 
On  heaven  my  ardent  hopes  rely  ; 

I  trust  a  power  which  cannot  die  ! 

Cuhcorth  .   H.  <y  H.     Stoddard  .    G.   C.      Temple  Chant     Z 
11- 


126  PSALM  102. 

PART    I.        T.   S    <fc  7.  D. 

Afflictions  improved. 
Plaintive. 

i      Not  for  ever,  from  my  trouble 

Hide  thee,  Father  !   bow  thine  ear  ! 
Vainly  floating,  as  a  bubble, 

Days  return  and  disappear  ! 
Wither'd  hopes  my  heart  have  smitten, 

Deep  in  solitude  I  moan  ; 
By  remorseless  slander  bitten, 

Sorrow  claims  me  for  its  own. 
2      Lord  !   hath  thy  just  indignation 

Dash'd  me  from  the  heights  of  bliss  ? 
Conscious  of  the  visitation, 

Thy  severest  rod  I  ;11  kiss  ! 
Or  in  trial  do  I  languish  ? 

This  be  my  supreme  desire  :  — 
Recompense  of  toil  and  anguish, 

Purify  me  in  the  fire  ! 
Passover  :   G.  C.     Smyrna  :  H.  <y  H.     Kuspoth  :  Z. 


102.       PART  II.       T.    S    &  7.    D. 

Dedication. 
Con  anima. 

Now  shall  mercy  shower  on  Zion, 

Heaven  fulfils  her  pious  trust; 
Here  implants  a  sacred  scion, 

Hallows  here  the  very  dust ! 
Hail  we  now  the  king  of  glory, 

'Thron'd  in  Zion's  happy  gates  ! 
Now,  in  radiance  mild  before  ye, 

Truth  our  temple  consecrates  ! 
Praise,  in  joyful  celebration 

Of  the  ever  blessed  name  !  — 
Saints,  their  solemn  adoration, 

Proffer  in  this  earthly  fane ! 


PSALM  102.  127 

p>  To  the  high  and  holy  dwelling, 

Hence  ascends  the  suppliant  cry; 

Mercy,  every  fear  dispelling, 

Bids  the  mourner  cease  to  sigh  ! 

Iaivc  divine:  L.  If.     Bavaria:   G.  C.     Sterkd:  Z.  conclud- 
ing each  double  stanza  with  the  Halleluiah. 


102.       PART    III.       L.    M. 

All  created  things  transitory  and  perishable. 
Plaintive.     Solo,  tenor. 

i  My  God  !  the  life  of  man,  how  brief! 
This  anxious  life,  how  long  in  grief! 
Thou  art,  through  all  duration  past ! 
Through  all  to  come,  thy  honors  last  ! 
ail    Ere  time  began  to  be,  this  globe 
With  light  thou  cover'dst  as  a  robe! 
By  thee,  the  pondrous  mass  was  laid 
Within  impenetrable  shade  ! 

3  Its  tissu'd  canopy  above, 

All  glitt'ring,  tells  of  heavenly  love  ! 
Thy  work,  the  starry  splendors  shine, 
And  constellations  intertwine  ! 

4  Yet  these  shall  perish  !   as  a  wreath, 
Of  beauty  spoil'd  by  every  breath  ! 
New  worlds  shall  rise  to  bud  and  bloom, 
New  kindreds  build  the  silent  tomb ! 

5  All,  all  shall  change  !  the  orb  its  zone  ! 
Immutable  thyself  alone  ! 

Her  tints  and  flowers  must  nature  drop, 
In  weeds  and  robes  of  gloom  to  wrap  ! 

6  Thy  being  still  remains  the  same, 
One  ever  brightly  glowing  flame  ! 
Though  change  thy  faithful  servants  know, 
From  toil  to  rest,  to  peace,  they  go. 

Dunbarton:  H  fy H.     Derby:   G.   C.     German  Chant:  Z. 


128  PSALM  103. 

C.    M. 

Grateful  recollections. 

Affettuoso. 

i     Vain  world,  be  still  !  depart,  ye  cares, 
Nor  higher  thoughts  control ! 
With  bright'ning  hopes  and  burning  zeal, 
O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

2  On  mem'ry's  glowing  record  trace 

Each  benefit  of  heaven  ! 

Infirmity  and  sickness  heal'd, 

And  sin  so  oft  forgiven  ! 

3  For  life  with  loving  kindness  crown'd, 

Thy  heavenly  father  bless  ! 
For  blooming  youth,  for  vig'rous  age, 
His  power  and  grace  confess  ! 

4  Unbounded  grace  !   whose  healing  streams 

To  guilty  man  overflow  ! 
Abyss  of  tenderness  !  to  reach 
The  depths  of  human  woe  ! 

5  Shall  soft  compassion  for  its  babe 

An  earthly  bosom  swell  ? 
Nor  pity  for  his  offspring,  man, 
In  heaven,  with  Godhead,  dwell  ? 

6  This  trembling  frame,  this  mould'ring  dust, 

Are  not  forgotten  there  ; 
Who  love  divine  their  refuge  make, 
That  love  divinely  share  ! 

7  Compute  the  heights  where  planets  rove  ; 

Go,  mete  from  east  to  west ; 
Then  count  the  sum  of  mercies  o'er. 
That  soothe  the  pious  breast ! 
Bowdoin:  H.  fy  H     Belmont:  B.  C.    Oblation:  Z. 


PSALM  103.  I*) 

VERSION  II.      S.    M. 

I      :npi?sion  of  our  God. 

i      Risr.,  every  grateful  thought, 

The  Lord  of  heaven  to  bless  ! 
Rise,  every  power  of  heart  and  tongue, 
His  goodness  to  confess  ! 

a      Canst  thou,  my  soul  forget 
Tiie  blessings  of  his  grace  ? 
His  benefits,  through  life  conferred, 
From  memory  efface  ? 

3  He  bids  thy  pains  to  cease, 

And  health,  and  strength,  restores  I 
The  cheering  hope  of  pardon  gives, 
Which  penitence  implores  ! 

4  His  arm  no  vengeance  wields 
Inflexible  and  stern  ; 

His  indignation,  slow  to  rise, 
Will  not  for  ever  burn  ! 

5  He  knows  our  feeble  frame, 
Remembers  we  are  dust; 

And  pities  most,  when  hearts  of  stone 
Compel  him  to  be  just  ! 

6  His  mercy,  high  as  heaven, 
And  wide  as  east  from  west  ; 

His  kindness,  pure  as  parent  love, 
Shall  make  his  children  blest! 

Wakefield:  B.  C.     Zealand  ;  major:   G.  C.     Phebc  :  Z. 


130  PSALM  103. 

PART    II.        L.    M. 

Mortality. 
Plaintive. 

i  Thy  days,  O  man,  are  feeble  grass, 
Thy  beauty,  but  an  early  flower  ! 
It  fades,  if  zephyr  o'er  it  pass  ; 
It  falls  beneath  the  vernal  shower ! 

2  In  strength,  how  self-deceiv'd  thy  trust  ! 
In  manly  port,  and  youthful  bloom  ! 
What  is  thy  heritage,  but  dust  ? 

What  thy  memorial,  but  the  tomb  ? 

3  Thy  place  ?  it  scarcely  knows  thee  more  ! 
Thy  form  ?  it  wastes  beneath  thine  eyes  ! 
Evil  and  few  —  thy  days  are  o'er  ! 

The  sentence,  death  !  against  thee  lies  ! 

Affettuoso. 

4  Yet  see,  ye  saints,  a  radiant  star  ! 

'T  is  mercy,  piercing  through  the  gloom  ! 
Behold,  ye  righteous !  from  afar  ! 
It  sheds  a  lustre  o'er  the  tomb  ! 

5  Fear  not  for  offspring  !   heaven's  own  care 
From  harm  will  shield  them,  and  from  vice  ; 
A  wreath  of  glory  you  shall  wear, 
Unfading  flowers  of  paradise  ! 

Darwen  :  Pi  nfield  :  H.  V  H.     Mortality  :  Immortality  :  Z. 


103.        DOXOLOGY.        CHORIAMBIC.      6    &   4. 

Spirits  of  light  and  love, 
Minist'ring  hosts  above, 

Bless  ye  the  Lord ! 
Angels,  your  homage  pay! 
Tune  the  immortal  lay  ! 
Powers  of  eternal  day, 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 

Bcrmondscy  :  H.  <y  H.     Sussmaier  :  Z. 


PSALM   104.  131 

PART    I.       A.    B  &.   6. 
Magnificence  of  the  Deity. 

Mi  soul,  bless  the  Lord  ! 
proclaim. 

And  wonders  that  deck 

The  ineffable  name  ! 
In  light  all  resplendent, 

And  beauty,  array 'd, 
A  veil  of  his  brightness 

The  heavens  he  hath  made  ! 

His  palace.-  n 

In  ocean's  deep  wave, 
re  pinnacled  rocks 

The  roaring  surge  brave. 
The  clouds  are  his  chariot, 

Upborne  on  the  breeze ; 
He  rides  on  the  tempest, 

Or  lulls  the  proud  seas. 

Now  whirlwind  and  storm, 
His  messengers,  fly  ; 

Now  whispers  his  love, 

In  zephyr's  soft  sigh  : 
Resumes  dying  nature 

New  life  from  his  breath  ; 
He  sends  forth  his  terrors, 

They  minister  death ! 

This  earth  in  its  orb, 

Sustain' d  by  his  power, 

Secure  shall  abide, 

Till  nature's  last  hour  : 
So,  erst,  did  a  deluge 

The  mountains  o'erflow, 
When  sin  had  burst  open 

The  fountains  of  woe. 


132  PSALM  104. 

a        The  glory  of  God 

Shall  ever  endure  : 

His  works  are  his  joy, 

Unceasing  and  pure  ! 
Though  sinners  long  flourish, 

Their  doom  is  decay  ; 
His  sentence,  once  spoken, 

Shall  sweep  them  away  ! 

6        I  ;11  sing  to  his  praise 
So  long  as  I  live ; 
While  being  remains, 
My  thanks  I  will  give : 
I  '11  meditate  sweetly 

On  him,  in  his  word  : 
His  works,  while  beholding, 
My  soul,  bless  the  Lord  ! 
Handel's  104th,  or  St.  Michael's:  H.  fy  H.     Webb's     Z. 


104.       PART    II.       T.    7    &  6.       TEN    LINES. 

Nature's  God. 
Espressivo. 

God  of  nature!  let  me  be, 

'Mid  thy  varied  works,  with  thee  ; 

View,  in  thy  infinity, 

Time's  resistless  current ; 
Clouds  that  fringe  this  floating  ball, 
Winds  that  whisper  at  thy  call  ; 
Alpine  heights  whereon  distil, 
Downward  to  the  valley  trill, 
Murm'ring  rivulet  and  rill, 

Swelling  to  a  torrent. 


PSALM  101.  133 

9  Hence,  beneath  the  sunny  beam, 
Spiv  i :.  stream  ; 

Meads  with  (lower  and  foliage  teem, 

i  and  herbage  bring 
Cattle  all  the  j  Win, 

Fruits  in  sweet  succession  reign! 
Hither,  fast  the  fountain  by, 
Roamers  of  the  forest  hie, 
And  the  timid  warblers  fly, 
Sip,  their  carol  singing. 

3  Hill  and  dale  are  deck'd  with  bloom, 
Cedar  grove,  and  sweet  perfume, 
Birds  of  many  spangled  plume, 

High  in  ether  nestling  : 
Rock'd  by  every  tempest,  there 
Safely  rest  the  tender  care: 
Skims  the  courser  o'er  the  ground  ; 
Gaily  while  the  chamois  bound, 
Peak  and  precipice  around, 
On  each  summit  wrestling. 

4  God  of  nature  !  source  of  light ! 
Thou  commandest,  and  'tis  night ! 
Studdest  with  thy  stars  the  height, 

Still  with  love  o'errlowing  ! 
Seasons  change   at  thy  decree  : 
Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of  thee  ! 
Thine  the  ever  bounteous  hand, 
Rich  in  blessings,  to  expand. 
Ceaseless  over  sea  and  land, 
Life  and  joy  bestowing  ! 

Ye  icko  shuji  the  b.aunts  of  care  ;  Mozart  :    Gould's  Social 
Harmojiif. 
12 


134  PSALM  105. 


Pious  and  prosperous  colonization. 

Maestoso. 

i    Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name  ; 
His  ancient  mercies  sing  ! 
Tell  ye  of  all  his  wondrous  works  ; 
All  hail  the  Lord,  the  King  ! 

2  His  presence  more  than  martial  skill, 

Or  prowess,  be  your  boast ; 
The  living  God  to  know,  excels 
The  splendor  of  a  host. 

3  Recall  events,  and  times  long  past, 

The  scenes  your  fathers  saw  ; 
Heirs  of  their  venerable  name, 
O  venerate  their  law  ! 

4  When  roamers  in  a  wilderness, 

Jehovah  bless' d  their  toil  ; 
To  exiles  cast  the  wide  world  o'er, 
He  gave  a  home,  a  soil. 

5  Nor  ruthless  arm,  nor  wily  shaft, 

The  pious  band  could  check  ; 

Nor  dire  array  subdue  their  souls, 

And  make  their  toil  a  wreck. 

p- 

6  F ul fill' d  their  sufPrings  and  their  hopes, 

Their  spirits  rest  in  heaven  !  — 
The  bright  example  of  their  faith 
To  you,  their  sons,  is  given. 

Salem  ;  peculiar:  B.  C.     Cambridge  :  H.  fy  H. 
Factum  :  Z.  p.  90. 


PSALM   100.  136 


Appeal  to  the  divine  reminiscence. 

1    On  !   from  these  vision.-,  dark  and  drear, 
Could  wishes  s61  me  tree  ! 
I  linger  yet,  a  mourner  here! 
My  God  !   remember  me  ! 
a    Refresh  my  drooping  thoughts  with  grace, 
And  quickening  energy  ! 
Still  running,  toiling,  in  the  race, 
My  God  !  remember  me  ! 

3  Some  cheering  ray  of  hope  impart, 

Sweet  influence  from  thee  ! 
As  oft  thou  cheer'dst  thine  Isr'el's  heart, 
My  God  !  remember  me ! 

4  Illume,  in  darkest  hours,  my  soul, 

Their  happiness  to  see  ! 
Round  them  while  joys  unmingled  roll, 
My  God  !   remember  me  ! 

5  For  that  inheritance  in  light, 

On  trembling  wings  I  flee  ! 
'Gainst  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears,  I  fight ! 
My  God  !  remember  me  ! 

Chesterfield  ;  peculiar.    Sinner:  Z. 

Written  on  the  model  of  a  hymn  by  the  composer  of  the 
peculiar  air;  but  the  air  itself  is  constantly  abridged  of  its 
most  delightful  part,  turning  on  the  words,  renumber  me! 


106.       DOXOLOGY.       L.    M. 

Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  given, 
To  God,  the  sire  of  earth  and  heaven  ! 
From  clime  to  clime,  o'er  mount  and  glen, 
Let  happy  myriads  shout,  amen  ! 

Halleluiah !  Amen  ! 
Sabaoth  •  H.  V  H.,  omitting  the  Halleluiah.   To  God;  Dox.  Z. 


136  PSALM  107. 

PART    I.      T.    7. 

Zion's  pilgrim. 
Dolce. 

i  Ransom'd  of  Jehovah,  sing! 
Chant  the  mercies  of  your  king ! 
Infinite,  eternal,  sure  ; 
As  the  living  waters  pure  ! 

2  Pilgrims  from  the  east  and  west, 
Heirs  of  your  redeemer's  rest, 
Ne'er  can  ye  refuse  his  praise ; 
Zion  will  the  anthem  raise. 

3  Once  ye  wander'd  from  your  God, 
Sought  not,  knew  not,  his  abode  : 
Once,  on  passion's  tempest  hurl'd, 
Rest  ye  found  not  in  the  world. 

4  Satiate  oft,  ye  hunger'd  still; 
Thirsted  for  some  purer  rill ; 
Fainting,  as  in  summer  drought, 
Heavenward  rose  the  expiring  thought ! 

s  Pity  heard  and  hail'd  the  sigh  ; 
Mercy  stood  the  suifrers  by  ; 
Led  you  in  the  happy  way, 
Guides  you  to  eternal  day  ! 

6  Oh  !  for  mercy,  boundless  stream I 
For  compassion,  glowing  beam  ! 
For  redemption  of  a  world  ! 
Oh!  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord! 

Pilgrim  :  G.  C.     Weber  :  Z. 


PSALM   107  13? 

TART     II.        S.     M. 

Divine  beneficence. 
Atfettuoso. 

Mortal,  thy  maker  prai 
His  goodness  be  thy  song  ! 

His  providential  wonders  wrought, 
As  ages  roll  along  ! 

He  satisfies  thy  soul 
With  truth  and  grace  divine  : 
Prepares  the  banquet  for  thy  wants, 
And  cheers  thy  heart  with  wine. 

In  sorrow's  darkest  hour, 
In  death's  terrific  shade, 
His  promises  sustain  thy  hope, 
His  counsels  are  thine  aid. 

Despondency  and  woe 
Shall  break  their  iron  bands  : 
And  death  itself  yield  up  its  prey, 
When  Deity  commands  ! 

>       The  adamantine  gates 

Which  human  hope  enthralled, 
Are  cloven  by  his  conquering  arm  ; 
And  hell  retires  appall'd! 

3       Shall  man  refuse  the  meed 
To  sovereign  power  benign  ? 
Sing,  earth  and  ocean  !  shout,  ye  winds, 
Beneficence  divine  ! 

JVcstminster  :  II.  fy  H.     Jgricola  :  Z. 
12* 


138  PSALM  107. 

PART    III.       C.    M.     D. 

Sea-storm. 

maes.  Swell  the  white  sails  in  stately  pride, 

And  crown  the  curling  wave  ! 
Their  shiv'ring  honors  soon  to  hide, 

The  roaring  gulph  to  brave ! 
For,  lo  !  the  dread  command  is  given, 

And,  wide  the  waters  o'er, 
The  storm  commingles  sea  and  heaven, 

The  sails  no  longer  soar  ! 

piai.    Afflictive  lot !  the  changeful  life, 

On  restless  ocean  tost  ! 
Sad  sport  of  elemental  strife, 

In  yawning  chasms  lost ! 
Or  heav'd  upon  the  mountain  surge, 

'Mid  foam  and  lightnings  whirl' d  ! 
Across  the  vessel's  narrow  verge, 

On  slipp'ry  footing  hurl'd  ! 

3  There,  Lord  !  do  men  thy  wonders  see, 

Thy  terrors  in  the  deep ! 
Aghast,  in  frantic  agony, 

They  lift  their  voice,  and  weep  ! 
doi.     Recall'd  thy  winds,  the  seas  are  still'd, 

The  storm  subsides  to  calm ! 
With  joy  the  sailor's  heart  is  fuTd, 

And  hope,  delicious  balm ! 

4  He  trims  his  sail,  to  catch  the  breeze 

That  whispers  of  sweet  home; 
And  every  care  is  set  at  ease, 

When  view'd  the  distant  dome  ! 
Ye  mariners,  in  song  exalt 

Your  great  deliverer's  praise  ; 
And  oft,  beneath  the  starry  vault, 

A  solemn  chorus  raise. 

St.  Matthew's  :  H.  fy  H.     Tempest,  ed.  1826. 


PSALM   107  130 

PART    IV.       T.    7. 
The  mariner. 

I  -jiirito. 

i  Gallant  seamen,  spread  the  sail  ; 
Smooth  the  seas,  and  soft  the  gale! 
Yours  the  task  to  plow  the  main, 
Yours  the  distant  mart  to  gain. 

2  Where  such  wonders  to  behold, 
Where  such  terrors  to  be  told, 
As  on  ocean's  bosom  broad, 
Work  of  an  almighty  God  ? 

Grave. 

3  Now  he  bids  the  storm  arise  ;  — 
Boiling  surges  sweep  the  skies! 
Dash  in  conflict  fierce  below, 
Threat' ning  fatal  overthrow  ! 

4  Borne  upon  the  crazy  height ! 
Plung'd  to  depths  of  blackest  night  ! 
What  can  force  or  skill  avail  ? 
Stoutest  hearts  at  length  may  fail  ! 

AffettuoBO. 

5  Banish,  seamen,  fell  despair ! 
Trust  in  heaven's  protecting  care ! 
Tempests  agitate  the  sea, 

Proofs  of  love  divine  to  be. 

6  Soon  the  winds  are  lull'd  to  peace ; 
Ocean  shall  its  fury  cease  ; 

Soon  the  wish'd  ior  haven  rise, 
Welcome  to  your  longing  eyes ! 

7  Then  exalt  the  sacred  song, 
Swiftly  as  you  glide  along  ; 

Greet  your  home  with  hallow'd  lays  ; 
Goodness,  heavenly  goodness,  praise  ! 

Sicilian  :  H.  «y  II.     Kreutzer  :  Z. 


140  PSALM  107. 

PART    V.       L.    M. 

Nations  ruined  by  vice,  restored  by  mercy. 

Maestoso. 

i  With  holy  zeal,  with  awe  profound, 
Now  raise  to  heaven  the  solemn  sound  ; 
Amid  assembled  rulers  bless 
Jehovah,  king  of  righteousness ! 

Plaintive. 

2  He  bids  the  languid  river  fail, 

Of  verdure  strips  the  beauteous  dale ; 
The  fruitful  soil,  at  his  command, 
Becomes  a  drear  and  desert  land  ! 

3  Ah !  why  ?  for  them  that  dwell  therein  : 
For  public  vices,  private  sin; 

For  bold  impiety,  that  stalks, 

In  courts,  and  halls,  and  meaner  walks. 

4  Oppression  next  engrafts  its  yoke  ; 
Affliction  plies  her  heaviest  stroke  ; 
Compensates  wickedness  with  pain  ; 
And  pestilence  fills  up  the  train  ! 

Espressivo. 

5  Yet  oft,  transform'd  the  gloomy  scene, 
The  fields  resume  their  wonted  green  ; 
Again  the  sparkling  streamlet  flows  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose  ! 

6  New  harvests  spring,  new  cities  rise, 
The  holy  spire  salutes  the  skies ! 
The  poor  to  affluence  succeed, 

And  take  with  mightiest  men  the  lead. 


PSALM  107.  11 

7  Nor  fate,  nor  fortune,  empty  names! 
Nor  senseless  dust,  the  honor  claims  ; 
Hut  wisdom  hida  her  Bona  regard 
The  loving  kin  Lne  i  of  the  Lord  ! 

tints:   II.  $  H-     Luther's  Chant:  Z. 


10S.       T.  7. 

A  day  of  praise. 

doice  Wake  the  harp,  and  wake  the  song  ! 
Pour  the  rapt'rous  strain  along  ! 
Let  the  day  star  hear  thy  voice ! 
Rise,  and  in  thy  God  rejoice  ! 

piai.    ^ake  the  nations,  slamb'ring  all, 
Save  at  folly's  frantic  call  ! 
Drunken  with  unhallow'd  lays, 
Wake  them  to  Jehovah's  praise  ! 

s  Voice  divine  !  the  slumb'rers  win  ! 
Lo  !  they  perish  in  their  sin  ! 
Wake  them,  Father  !  by  thy  word  ! 
God  of  mercy !   sheathe  the  sword  ! 

Semichofua  ;  soprano. 

4  Mercy  !  O  delight  of  heaven  ! 
Sinners,  hear  your  sins  forgiven  ! 
Love,  transcending  earth  and  sky, 
Fain  would  save  you,  ere  ye  die  1 

Chorus. 

5  Wake  the  harp,  and  wake  the  song  ! 
Pour  the  rapt'rous  strain  along  ! 
Wake  to  God  the  thankful  lay  ! 
Hallow  to  his  praise  the  day  ! 

♦/;  and  for  stanza  4,  Pilgrim  :    G.  C.     Marcello;  and 
for  stanza  4,  JomcJli  :   Z. 


142  PSALM  108. 

VERSION   II.       A.   0   &  9. 

Confidence  of  the  church  in  divine  aid. 
Con  anima. 

i         Benefactor  divine, 

All  my  vows  shall  be  thine ; 
Thee  alone,  and  thee  early  I  '11  sing  ! 

On  the  harp,  on  the  lute, 

Or  mellifluous  flute, 
Shall  the  morn  hear  a  strain  to  my  King. 

2  I  will  praise  thee,  O  Lord ! 
And  awaken  a  chord 

That  shall  thrill  through  the  nations  around  ! 

The  fall'n  church  of  thy  saints 

Shall  forget  her  complaints, 
And  arise  at  the  life-giving  sound  ! 

3  For  thy  mercies  are  great, 
Which  in  hope  we  await, 

As  the  dews  from  on  high  that  distil ; 

Not  the  soft  silver  moon, 

Nor  the  splendors  of  noon, 
Are  so  bright  as  thy  truth  and  good  will  ! 

4  His  beloved  to  save, 
Oft  deliv'rance  he  gave, 

When  in  vain  were  the  weapons  of  war 

Then  adore  ye  his  throne  ; 

His  omnipotence  own, 
To  redeem,  and  to  bless,  from  afar ! 

Fexersham  :  L.  H. 


PSALM    109.  143 

L.     M. 
Suffering's  compensated  by  the   (joodness  of  their  cause, 
•ive. 

i  O  God  !   my  theme,  my  earliest  song, 
Whose  praise  inspires  the  lisping  tongue, 
Canst  thou  keep  silence,  while  aloud 
A_        ;   me  rave  an  impious  crowd  ! 

i  Affection  enmity  inspires; 
Entreaty  but  provokes  its  fires  : 
My  good  with  evil  they  reward  ; 
Nor  innocence,  nor  faith,  regard. 

3  This  heart  with  agony  is  rent, 

These  tott'ring  limbs  with  fasting  bent  ! 
I  fade,  as  shadows  of  the  eve  : 
I  languish,  hopeless  of  reprieve  ! 

4  O  God  !  the  sufFrer's  only  friend, 
Some  messenger  of  mercy  send, 
My  life  to  rescue  from  the  grave, 
My  honor  from  reproach  to  save. 

5  Or  let  them  curse,  if  thou  shalt  bless 
With  virtue's  noble  consciousness; 

If  heaven's  approving  stamp  shall  seal, 
For  truth  and  piety,  my  zeal. 

<   My  tominc  shall  then  a  noble  lay 
To  heaven's  eternal  monarch  pay  : 
Upholden  by  an  arm  sublime, 

I   11  fear  no  power  of  earth  and  time. 

Munich  :  H.  ^  //.     Fulton  :   G.  C.     Moravian  Chant :  Z. 


114  PSALM  110. 

T.       SIX  LINE    7. 

Messiah's  royalty  and  priesthood. 
Maestoso. 

i  Past  the  word  !  't  is  heaven's  decree  — 
Victor  shall  Messiah  be  ! 
Crowns  sublime  adorn  his  head, 
Enemies  his  vengeance  dread  ! 
Heathen  to  his  sway  shall  bend  ; 
Zion  shall  his  fame  extend  ! 

2  Happy  age  !  the  Saviour's  power 
Then  shall  gifts  and  graces  shower  ! 
Willing  hosts  their  homage  bring, 
Joyfully  his  conquest  sing; 
Holiness  the  heart  enrobe  ; 
Righteousness  shall  rule  the  globe  ! 

3  Prince  and  priest,  the  Lord  hath  sworn, 
His  beloved  son  is  born  ! 

Count  the  drops  of  morning  dew, 
Tell  the  years  Messiah  knew, 
Ere  on  earth  his  star  benign 
Rose,  eternally  to  shine  ! 

4  Fear,  O  men,  Messiah's  God ! 
Tremble,  atheists,  at  his  rod  ! 
Streams  of  love  from  Calv'ry  flow, 
Flaming  fires  on  Sinai  glow  ! 
Streams  to  quench  the  pilgrim's  thirst; 
Thunders  on  the  foe  to  burst ! 

Turin  ;  peculiar  :  L.  II     Metz's  Hymn  :    Z. 


PSALM  111.  145 


S.     M. 

Tenderness  of  Jehovah  toward  his  church. 
Aftettuoso. 

1  Jehoyah  be  my  praise 
Among  the  sons  of  light! 

In  adoration  l<»t,  V  11  sing 
Of  works  divinely  bright! 

2  Remembrance  loves  to  dwell 
Upon  his  glorious  deeds  ; 

His  providence  sublime,  which  man 
To  high  attainment  leads ! 

3  But  in  his  acts  of  grace 
Delights  the  enrapturd  thought! 

By  souls  to  heavenly  themes  refin'd, 
With  pleasure  they  are  sought. 

4  The  church  his  sympathies 
For  ever  will  engage  ; 

To  her  his  tenderness  assigns 
The  world's  wide  heritage. 

5  Oppress'd  and  in  despair, 
Redemption  he  commands  ! 

Though  darkness  cloud  her  destinies, 
His  cov'nant  faithful  stands ! 

i      Revere  the  Lord  our  God  ! 

'T  is  wisdom  in  her  bloom  ! 
Bright  promise  of  immortal  flowers 

That  glow  beyond  the  tomb  ! 

Lisbon  .   H.  if  H .     Epaphras  :  Z. 
13 


146  PSALM   112. 

C.    M.    U. 

The  benevolent  man. 
Espressivo. 

i  Felicitous  the  mind  that  glows, 

With  pure  devotion's  fire  ! 
The  man  whose  earliest,  latest,  steps 

To  righteousness  aspire  ! 
His  offspring,  rear'd  in  wisdom's  way, 

To  honor  shall  attain  ; 
His  virtues,  crown'd  by  earth  and  heaven, 

Immortal  honors  gain. 

-2  In  darkest  hours,  when  storms  of  wrath 

O'er  sinful  man  impend, 
His  eye  shall  pierce  the  deep'ning  gloom, 

And  see  the  ruin  end  : 
Benevolence  and  heaven-born  hope 

Irradiate  his  face; 
His  bosom,  fill'd  with  tenderness, 

O'erflows  in  words  of  grace. 

3  On  every  want,  on  every  woe, 

His  charity  descends ; 
Anticipates  the  suppliant  sigh, 

And  generously  lends  ; 
Or  freely  gives,  when  merit  asks, 

Enforc'd  by  sorrow's  claim ; 
Though  bountiful,  discretion  keeps 

That  bounty  free  from  blame. 

4  Of  fix'd  intent,  of  purpose  just, 

He  bares  him  to  the  shock ; 
His  valiant  heart,  on  heaven's  high  law, 
Abiding  as  a  rock  ! 


PS  \LM   112.  1  17 


His  memory  for  over  lives, 
Embalm'd  in  human  breasts  ; 

Hia  bappy  bouI,  from  toil  releas'd, 
In  heaven  for  ever  resta  I 

Milan:  CostiHutr  ;  peculiar.     New  Bedford:  G.  C 

Morning  Ilvr/m  .-  Z. 


113.        SIX    LINE     L.   Iff.        I  PA1   BBS. 

Deitv  to  be  honored  for  his  greatness  and  condescension. 
Maestoso. 

i  O  praise  the  name  of  God  most  high  ! 
The  name  that  rules  earth,  sea,  and  sky, 

Exalt,  ye  >ervants  of  his  throne  ! 
While  time  the  hallow'd  hours  shall  bring, 
With  blessings  crown  the  immortal  king, 

Ye  saints,  his  sovereignty  who  own  ! 

■2  Where  morning  first  on  earth  arose, 
Where  suns  at  latest  eve  repose, 

Or  blaze  at  noon  with  torrid  ray  ; 
Above  imperial  honors  nam'd, 
Above  angelic  powers  proclaim'd, 

To  him  be  consecrate  the  lay  ! 

3  Shall  aught  with  Deity  compare  ? 
The  Lord  of  hosts  to  battle  dare, 

Whose  dwelling  is  the  eternal  height  ? 
Beneath  whose  feet  the  thunders  roll, 
Whose  downward  look  surveys  the  pole, 

And  stars  that  shed  their  distant  light  ! 

4  He  lifts  the  lowly  from  the  dust, 
Restores  the  penitent  who  trust 

Almighty  power,  and  grace  divine  : 
His  judgments  shall  the  tyrant  awe, 
And  virtue  from  retirement  draw, 

With  prince  and  patriot  to  shine. 

.Yeic  Court:  JJ.  <y  H,    St.  Ires:  B.  C.  id.  15*-25.   Site  anus  :  Z. 


143  PSALM  114. 

A.   11  &  10. 
The  pilgrims  to  Canaan. 

Con  spirito. 

i    Freedom  to  Isr'el !  thy  chains  are  no  more  ! 

Haste,  pilgrim,  thy  march  to  the  surge-beaten  shore  ! 
Ocean  astonish'd  retreats  from  its  channel  ! 

His  waters  the  river  rolls  back  to  their  source  ! 
The  desert  shall  feed  thee ;  the  heathen  shall  tremble, 
Appall'd  by  thy  numbers,  subdu'd  by  thy  force ! 
Hark !  the  avenger  hath  gone  thro'  the  land  ! 
Jehovah,  to   save  thee,   hath  stretch'd  out  his 
hand  ! 

2   Happy  dominion  !  inheritance  blest ! 

The  Lord  is  thy  ruler,  the  ark  of  thy  rest ! 
Bind  up  their  jewels,  and  break  off  their  fetters  ! 

For  Egypt  by  terror  is  bound,  as  a  spell ! 
In  fire,  and  in  cloud,  are  set  up  thy  banners ; 

The  flints  become  fountains,  rocks  sink  as  a  well ! 
Hail  the  deliv'rer,  whose  presence  shall  make 
The  waves  a  firm  rampart,  the  mountains  to 
quake  ! 

Miriam's  Sons  ;  Avison :  B.  C. 


115.       C.  M. 

Praise  supreme  ascribable  to  God  only. 
Maestoso. 

i  Not  unto  us  !  away,  ye  thoughts  )  o 
That  flatter  human  pride  !         ]  °r 
To  thy  great  name  be  all  the  praise, 
Our  help,  our  shield,  our  guide  ! 

2  The  heavens  are  thine,  and  thine  the  earth  ; 
Thou  dost  whate'er  thou  wilt ! 
Above  the  prostrate  powers  of  hell 
Thy  dwelling-place  is  built! 


PSALM    1 1  >  LIU 

3  O  bless  the  Lord,  ye  ministers, 

1 1  is  honors  who  proclaim  '. 
And  spread  throughout  the  universe 
Religion's  h<  >ly  flame. 

4  O  bless  the  Lord,  ve  pious  men. 

Who  God  alone  ad 
Divine  munificence  exalts 

His  throne  who  bow  before. 

5  O  bless  the  Lord,  who  breathe  his  air, 

While  life  and  breath  shall  last  ! 
Felicity  shall  crown  your  faith. 
When  this  short  life  is  past. 

Rockbridge:  B.  C  erf.  1836.  JhUonU  ;  Hcinrich ;  pccul.  G    C- 
tat  ion  :  Z. 


lit),     t.  :.  n. 
Sacramental. 
Afiettooao. 
i  How  shall  mortal  man  repay  ! 
What,  my  grateful  soul,  O  say. 
Wilt  thou  render  to  the  Lord. 
For  the  blessings  of  his  word  ! 
For  his  benefits  divine. 
For  the  hope  of  glory  thine  I 
Deaths  averted,  banish'd  sighs. 
Dried  these  oft  overflowing  i 

a  To  his  altar  I  "II  repair. 
And  the  cup  of  blessing  share  : 
Taste  of  more  than  angels1  food, 
Plead  the  reconciling  blood  ! 
Then  shall  my  thanksgivings  rise, 
Pealing  to  the  upper  skies  : 
Mingling  with  the  voice  of  song, 
Borne  the  vaulted  aisle  along  ! 
13* 


150  PSALM  117. 

3  Lord  !  thy  servant  faints  to  be 
From  the  yoke  of  sin  set  free  ; 
Only  in  thy  service  found, 
By  the  cords  of  nature  bound  ; 
By  a  mother's  tender  care, 
Taught  to  lisp  thy  name  in  prayer  ; 
By  redemption's  stronger  tie, 
Born  to  brighter  worlds  on  high ! 

Bath  Abbey  :   H.  fy  H.     Cecil's  Evening  Hymn :    G.  C. 
licicha  :    Z. 


117.       L.  M. 

Supreme  beneficence. 
Maestoso. 

i  Proclaim,  proclaim  Jehovah,  Lord  ! 
Crown  him,  ye  nations  !  sweep  the  chord  ! 
Ye  tenants  all  of  earth's  wide  sphere, 
Adoring  fall !  for  God  is  here  ! 

2  His  love  nor  change,  nor  limit,  knows ; 
A  stream  divine  his  bounty  flows ; 
His  truth  shall  stand  like  heaven,  a  rock  ! 
To  shade,  and  shield,  in  peace,  his  flock. 

Denbigh;  piece:  L.  H.,  or  B.  C.    Orland;    peculiar:    B.C. 
Faith  :  Z. 


117.       DOXOLOGY.       L.    M. 

Praise  to  our  God  o'er  all  the  earth  ! 
Praise  him  who  gave  the  orb  its  birth ! 
Praise  him,  sole  sovereign  Lord  above  ! 
Eternal  truth  !  immortal  love  ! 
Luther's  100th.     Praise  ye.  Dox.  G.  C.  Praise  God!  Dox.Z. 


PSALM    lis.  |fi] 

A.  8.   D. 
Zion  restored. 

atr-  The  Lord  is  my  strength,  and  my  song, 
My  fortress,  wherein  1  confide! 
No  arm  like  omnipotence  strong  ! 
In  safety  with  liini  I  abide. 
Salvation  his  mercy  hath  wrought ; 
Deliv'rer  on  earth  there  was  none  ; 
'Gainst  sin,  death,  and  hell,  have  I  fought ; 
The  battle  and  triumph  are  won  ! 

2  Let  joy  in  thy  dwellings  abound, 
O  Zion,  from  bondage  redeem'd  ! 
With  anthems  thine  altars  resound  — 
The  sword  of  the  Lord  how  it  gleam'd ! 
How  fled  the  discomfited  foe 

O'er  all  the  ethereal  plain  ! 
Immur'd  in  the  regions  of  woe, 
He  never  shall  triumph  again  ! 

3  Expand,  O  beloved,  thy  gates! 
Thy  pinnacles  rear  to  the  skies  ! 
Assuag'd  are  thy  sorrowful  fates  ; 
Thy  towers  shall  in  splendor  arise  ! 
The  church,  long  rejected  with  scorn, 
By  sov'reign  and  subject  abhorr'd, 
Appears  in  the  beauty  of  morn, 

The  joy  and  the  praise  of  her  Lord ! 

4  He  comes,  from  eternity  nam'd, 
A  prince  and  a  saviour,  to  reign  ! 
That  word  which  the  universe  fram'd 
Its  first-born  enthron'd  will  maintain  ! 
With  blessings  his  sceptre  we  hail  ! 
He  rules  in  the  name  of  the  Lord  ! 
For  mercies  that  never  can  fail, 
With  thanks  be  the  Godhead  adord  ! 

Bethany  ;  MUgrovc  :   IV.  C.      TVtbstcr's  Chant :  Z. 


152  PSALM    119. 

PART    I.    T.   7. 

Aphorisms  for  the  young. 

Espressivo. 

i  Artless,  inexperienced,  youth, 
Wouldst  thou  learn,  and  love,  the  truth? 
Be  the  holy  word  thy  rule, 
Wisdom  seek  in  virtue's  school. 

2  Store  her  precepts  in  thy  breast, 
Oft  revolve  them  when  at  rest ; 
Lift  thy  heart  to  heaven  by  day, 
At  return  of  evening,  pray. 

3  Count  the  sinner's  gain  a  loss ; 
Gold  and  silver  spurn  as  dross, 
Which  shall  fraud  or  folly  serve, 
Make  thee  from  the  truth  to  swerve. 

4  Choose  the  partner  of  thy  life 
Far  from  scenes  of  vulgar  strife  ; 
Friend  or  lover's  charming  name 
Let  no  infidel  profane. 

5  Though  in  humble  station  born, 
Virtue  will  thy  lot  adorn ; 
Piety  exalt  thy  worth, 

More  than  riches,  more  than  birth. 

6  Sweet  contentment,  blooming  health, 
Are  the  just  man's  lasting  wealth  ! 
Keep  the  statutes  of  thy  God, 
Peace  shall  smile  on  thy  abode. 

Ahester  :    H.  fy  H.     Palestrina  :    Z. 


PSALM  119.  i5S 

PART   II.        T.   7.   I). 
Blessedness  of  devotion  to  the  truth. 

e5P-  Blest  of  heaven  and  earth  are  tl 
Virtue's  dictates  who  ol 

Joy  the  law  of  God  to  keep, 
O'er  the  doom  of  Burners  v.  i 
Pir'd  with  holy  zeal,  who  burn. 
Wrath  from  erring  man  to  turn  : 
Wisdoirfi  lessons  to  impart, 
Dedicate  a  faithful  heart. 

2  Ere  the  watchman  spy  the  dawn, 
Or  the  dew  have  pearl* d  the  lawn  ; 
While  the  shadows  still  endure, 
Ling'ring  yet  the  deep  obscure  ; 
Wakes  the  soul  on  truth  intent ; 
Heavenward  are  its  ofFrings  sent ; 
Borne  on  seraph's  wing  its  powers, 
Roll  in  rapt'rous  thought  the  hours. 

3  Feeble  as  the  orb  of  night, 
Nature  faintly  sheds  her  light ! 
Revelation's  brighter  ray 
Kindles  up  a  glorious  day  : 
Guides  the  men  of  heart  sincere, 
Wipes  away  the  sufF'rer's  tear  ; 
Tells  of  glory  when  we  die, 
Points  to  happier  worlds  on  high. 

4  'T  is  my  heritage  divine  ! 
Riches,  honors,  I  resign, 

With  unhallow'd  passions  sought, 
Purchase  of  distracting  thought. 
Pure  and  calm  be  my  employ, 
Pleasures  mine  without  alloy  ! 
Heavenly  hopes  my  heart  engage, 
Chartered  on  the  immortal  page  ! 
Beneccnto  :   H.  V  H.     God  is  Goodness  :    G.  C     Ziklag  :  Z- 


154  PSALM  119. 

PART    III.    T.    7. 

Complaint  of  an  erring  church  under  persecution. 
Plaintive. 

i  Cleaving  to  the  dust,  we  lie  ; 
Clad  in  sorrow's  garb,  we  sigh  ! 
Rescue,  Lord  !  thy  erring  sheep  ; 
Save  thy  penitents  who  weep. 

2  Trembles  every  contrite  heart, 
Lest  thy  presence,  Lord  !  depart; 
Lest  abandon'd  to  thine  ire, 

Far  from  blessing  we  expire. 

3  Tyrants  of  a  prouder  name, 
Profligates  of  vulgar  fame, 
Fiercely  on  our  ruin  bent, 
Foulest  calumnies  invent. 

4  Nearly  from  the  earth  we  fail, 
Privileges  lost  bewail  ; 
Gazing,  reaching,  to  the  skies, 
Sink  our  spirits,  waste  our  eyes. 

5  When  the  world  around  us  smil'd, 
Sinful  joys  our  souls  beguil'd  ; 
Infidelity  ensnar'd 

Whom  voluptuousness  had  spar'd. 

6  Victims  of  oppression  now, 
Humbly  at  thy  feet  we  bow  ; 
Quit  the  devious  paths  we  trod, 
For  the  statutes  of  our  God. 


PSALM   Lift  L6B 

:  Lift,  O  lift,  thy  holy  light  ! 
Rise  in  thy  eternal  might ! 
Scatter  every  cloud  below, 
Comfort  od  thy  church  bestow. 

3  Let  salvation'.-  brightest  beam/ 
Radiant  from  th\  I  seen! 

I.-rVl's  hope  be  then  our  song, 
All  our  pilgrimage  along  ! 

Condolence  :  B.  C.     Leo  Hasdcr ;  minor  :    Z. 


120.        L.   M. 

Sorrow  in  association  with  sinners. 
Flaintive. 

i  Woe,  woe  is  me  !   constrained  to  dwell 
In  these  dire  shades  of  death  and  hell  ! 
Whence  peace  hath  sped  her  lasting  flight, 
Where  sin  pollutes  the  torturd  sight  ! 

I  Amid  the  profligate  and  proud, 
A  mark  I  sojourn  for  the  crowd  ! 
To  innocence  they  menace  war  ! 
Of  hope,  of  pity,  they  debar ! 

3  Mv  Father!   on  thy  mercy  cast, 
O  screen  me  from  the  impending  blast  ! 
The  lips  that  righteousness  defame  — 
Consign  to  penitence  and  shame  ! 

Windham  :  H.  4'  H.     Gomorrha  :   Z. 


156  PSALM  121. 

C.    M. 

Confidence  of  virtue  in  divine  protection. 

Affcttuoso. 

i  Above  the  hills,  above  the  skies, 
And  all  created  powers, 
In  hope  I  lift  my  longing  eyes 
To  heaven's  eternal  towers  ! 

2  To  him  who  spread  the  spacious  earth, 

And  gilds  the  glowing  cloud, 
I  pour  my  every  sorrow  forth, 
In  adoration  bow'd. 

3  Thence,  rapid  as  the  solar  ray, 

Descends  almighty  aid  ; 
Unseen,  it  guards  my  lonely  way, 
I  rest  beneath  its  shade. 

4  Secure  I  rest,  for  Isr'el's  God 

No  slumbers  e'er  surprise  ; 
Secure  the  shades  of  death  I  trod 
Beneath  his  watchful  eyes. 

5  The  Lord  himself,  omnipotence, 

My  steps  will  safely  guide  ; 
Protected  by  his  providence, 
In  peace  my  years  shall  glide. 

6  Nor  burning  noon,  nor  chilly  night, 

Shall  waste  my  wearied  frame  ; 
My  safety  is  the  Godhead's  might, 
Should  worlds  dissolve  in  flame  ! 

7  Where'er  1  walk,  where'er  I  dwell, 

The  Deity  I  trace  ; 
My  soul  he  keeps,  his  love  to  tell, 
To  see,  in  heaven,  his  face  ! 
Clifford:  H.  fy  H.     Samos ;  Hansen:  G.  C     Obligation:  2. 


PSALM   122.  151 

MX   LINE        B.    M. 
i  ibbath  a  delight. 

i  Wii  i  r  ii'  Mid, 

When  ].<  th-fl ound 

Prom  Zion's  moanl  that 
When  saints  ( 
To  praise  the  Dame  divine, 

And  duty  to  devotion  call-  ! 

2  With  early  step^,  my  feet 
The  solemn  portal-  greet, 

That  stand  before  the  eternal  throne  : 
►m'd  host, 
There  Gentile  nation.-,  I 
Mi  —  iah's  cause  and  crown  their  own. 

3  For  Zion  shall  my  prayer, 
While  yet  I  breathe  this  air, 

Unceasing  blessings  supplicate  : 

Who  builds  her  lofty  towers, 

Who  consecrates  her  hours, 
On  him  may  happiness  await  ! 

4  O  city  ever  blest, 

Be  peace  divine  thy  rest ! 
Prosperity  thy  walls  defend  ! 

Enlarge  thy  hallowrd  place, 

Adorn  thy  sons  with  grace, 
And  every  heart  in  union  blend  ! 

Zions  Hill ;  Latrobc  :   II.  <y  //.  td.  1890.     Dahton :  H.  <y  H. 
Clurubini  :  Z.  p.  213. 


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158  PSALM  123. 

C.   M. 

Benignity  discernible  in  creation  and  providence. 

Aftettuoso. 

i  Blest  ruler  of  the  radiant  zone, 
Whose  presence  fills  the  skies  ! 
My  spirit  fain  would  reach  thy  throne, 
To  thee  my  wishes  rise. 

2  As  vassals  wait  upon  their  lord, 

Observant  of  a  look  ; 
Intent,  I  read  thy  written  word, 
And  nature's  open  book. 

3  Till  mercy  thence  irradiate, 

And  truth  unclouded  shine, 
With  thought  intense  I  '11  meditate 
On  all  thy  works  divine. 

4  Thy  providence,  while  atheists  mock, 

Unwearied  I  '11  explore  ; 
Till,  resting  on  the  eternal  rock, 
I  doubt,    I  die,  no  more  ! 

Ormond  :  H.  fy  H.     Lottis  Chant :  Z. 

124.        T.   6  LINE   7s. 

Victory  in  a  just  cause  over  a  superior  force. 
Con  spirito. 

i  Victors  in  the  doubtful  fray, 

Now  may  Isr'el's  armies  say  — 
p.  If  Jehovah,  on  our  side, 

Had  not  conquer'd,  we  had  died  ; 
f.  'Whelm'd  beneath  the  madd'ning  crowd, 

Trampled  by  the  phalanx  proud  ! 
2  Praise  we  heaven's  transcendent  King, 

Trophies  to  his  altar  bring  ! 
p.  Grateful  hearts  and  hymns  prepare  ! 

For  his  pity  rent  the  snare  ; 
f.  For  the  God  of  battles  fought! 

Justice  hath  redemption  wrought ! 

Fintdon :  L.  H.    Metze's  Hytrin  :  Z. 


PSALM    125.  168 


Virtue  perpetual,  vice  transitory. 

'oso. 

i  Unshaken  as  the  rock  that  curbs 
The  raging  of  the 
Unmov'cl  as  the  eternal  heights, 

Are  men  of  piety. 

2  Around  the  righteous,  circling,  stand 

Almighty  power  and  grace; 
But  heaven's  indignant  justice  frowns 
Upon  the  impious  race ! 

3  Awhile  though  rich  and  fair  their  lot, 

It  hastens  to  decay  ! 
Though  wide  the  wicked  stretch  their  rod, 
It  vanisheth  away  ! 

4  Far,  far  begone,  ye  pious  men  ! 

Tread  not  the  dangerous  ground  ! 
Fly,  fly  the  unhallow'd  border,  lest  — 
dim.       Your  fate  within  be  found  ! 

London:   D.  C.     American  Psalm  ;   stanzas  3,  4,  to  Eternity, 
p.  IOC;  Z. 


125. 


DOXOLOGY.    C.   If. 


i  Exult,  O  Zion  !   sweep  the  lyre 
To  Isr'el's  might,  the  Lord  ! 

Earth,  and  its  myriad  tongues,  inspire  ! 
Fill,  with  his  praise,  a  world! 

2  Ye  hosts  celestial,  join  the  song 
Of  glory  and  of  fame  ! 
Praise  him  for  ever,  holy  throng ! 
Echo,  ye  heavens,  his  name ! 
Parma  :  H  4*  H.  Arise  ye  people  !   G.  C.  Luther  s  Song  . 


100  PSALM  126. 


Ancient  deliverance  a  ground  of  national  hope. 

Plaintive. 

i  Redemption  !    when  erst  it  appear'd, 
And  shed  thro'  the  darkness  a  beam  ; 
When  mercy  our  banner  had  rear'd, 
We  thought  it  a  rapturous  dream  ! 
To  laughter  our  lips  were  allur'd, 
And  mirth  seem'd  to  dwell  on  our  tongue ; 
Forgotten  the  sorrows  endur'd, 
Thy  mercies,  Jehovah  !  were  sung. 

2  How  great,  said  the  nations,  their  God ! 
What  wonders  his  people  have  known ! 
Beyond  our  desert,  we  respond ; 

His  goodness  we  thankfully  own  : 
No  words  can  his  greatness  declare, 
His  acts  our  devotion  exceed ; 
Already  his  bounty  we  share, 
And  mercies  of  old  we  may  plead. 

3  Turn,  Lord  !  our  captivity  now  ! 
Come,  visit  thy  people  once  more ! 
In  penitence  lowly  we  bow, 
Transgression,  with  tears,  we  deplore. 
As  rains  on  the  wilderness  fall, 

And  bid  the  gay  flow'rets  arise, 

May  tears  of  repentance  recall 

The  joy  that  descends  from  the  skies ! 

Lambeth  :  B.  C.     Sharon :    G.  C. 


PSALM  127.  161 


Human  efforta  vain  without  the  divine  blearing. 

Grave. 

i  Why  build  ye  houses  to  decay  I 
Why  riches  store,  to  dee  away  I 

Except  the  Lord  the  structure  raise, 

How  short-liv;d  is  (he  builder's  praise  ! 

2  Encircle  now  with  guards  the  wall, 
Let  watchman  to  his  fellow  call  ; 
Except  the  Lord  prevent  surprise, 
Unheard  the  alarm,  the  watchman  dies! 

3  In  vain  ye  toil,  and  late  take  rest, 
By  anxious  cares  of  earth  oppress'd  ; 
Be  heaven  your  confidence,  and  reap, 
From  care  divine,  refreshing  sleep. 

4  Is  offspring  what  thy  wishes  crave, 
And  heirs,  thy  memory  to  save  ? 

The  gift  is  heaven's  ;  't  is  heaven's  regard, 
If  children  parent-love  reward. 

a  Whate'er  thy  wish,  whate'er  thy  want, 
Distrust  should  ne'er  thy  bosom  haunt ; 
Thy  hope,  thy  purpose,  purify  ! 
Quit  you  like  men  !  on  heaven  rely ! 

Luther's  100th  :    H.  fy  H.     Ccnchrea  Chant :  Z. 

14* 


l'J2  PSALM  128. 

S.   M. 

Domestic  bliss. 
Dolce. 

i       At  home,  abroad,  how  blest, 
Is  he  who  fears  the  Lord  ; 
Whose  life  to  virtue  is  address'd, 
By  heaven's  unerring  word  ! 

2  The  labor  of  thy  hands 
Shall  yield  a  sweet  repast ; 

Thy  blessings,  numerous  as  the  sands, 
Shall  ne'er,  with  life,  be  past. 

3  Thee  softer  joys  betide  ; 

Thy  spouse,  a  beauteous  vine  ; 
Thine  offspring,  planted  by  her  side, 
Around  thine  arms  entwine. 

4  Yea,  children's  children  still 
Shall  renovate  thy  years  ; 

Their  loveliness  thy  hopes  fulfill, 
Their  lisp  delight  thine  ears. 

5  O  happy  shalt  thou  be, 
When  God  shall  give  thee  rest ; 

Triumphant  o'er  mortality, 
With  them  for  ever  blest! 
Elysium  :   B.C.     Fountain  :   G.  C.     Christmas  Chant :  Z. 

129.       T.  7.   D. 

The  church  militant, 
piai.  Oft  in  dangers,  oft  in  woes, 
Compass'd  oft  by  deadly  foes ; 
From  the  days  of  ancient  time, 
Harass'd  sore  in  every  clime  ; 
Still  their  malice  I  withstand, 
Still  I  seek  the  promis'd  land ; 
Heaven-defended,  I  abide, 
Still  a  chosen,  lovely,  bride. 


psalm  w  iea 

2  Long  the  furrows  they  have  made, 
Deep  the  snares  against  me  laid  ; 
Cruel  mockers  never  fail'd, 
Never  tinallv  prevail'd  ; 
Rent  in  piece-  every  snare, 
Ruin  was  the  sinner's  Bhare  ; 
While  the  church,  Jehovah's  love, 
Rose  to  bliss  in  realms  above. 

Hothiim  ;  peculiar  :  L.  H.     Reicha  :  Z. 


130.     s.  m. 
Penitence. 

Plaintive. 

1  By  floods  of  guilt  o'erwhelm'd, 
From  sorrow's  depths  I  cry  ; 

Regard,  my  God  !  a  sinner's  plaint ! 
O  listen,  or  I  die  ! 

2  Wert  thou  extreme  to  mark 
Our  folly  and  our  sin, 

Who,  Lord  !   thy  judgment  could  endure, 
Who  stand  thy  courts  within  ? 

3  But  love  is  thy  delight, 

And  mercy  dwells  with  thee ! 
That  love  our  veneration  claims, 
That  mercy  is  my  plea. 

4  As  they  who  watch  for  morn, 
Upon  my  God  I  wait ; 

The  spark  that  glimmers  into  day 
My  vows  anticipate. 

5  To  thee,  to  thee,  I  look  ! 
For  pity  I  implore  ; 

My  soul  for  thy  salvation  waits, 
Thy  goodness  to  adore. 

St  Bride's  :  H.  §'  H.     Iconium      i 


164  PSALM  181. 

EPIC  M. 

Humility. 
Espressivo. 

i  Humility  !  how  easy  thy  commands  ! 
What  heart  thy  unaffected  grace  withstands  ? 
No  lordly  look  the  God  of  heaven  defies  ; 
No  abject  spirit  flatters,  fawns,  or  lies. 

2  With  thee  are  loveliness  and  sweet  content, 
On  virtue's  precepts,  virtuous  practice,  bent : 
In  vain  dispute  she  wastes  not  mortal  life  ; 
Her  voice  is  heard  in  prayer,  unknown  to  strife. 

3  What  mysteries  surpass  our  feeble  ken 

She  leaves,  for  things  reveal'd,  by  God,  to  men ; 
His  word,  his  works,  his  providence,  explores  ; 
Illum'd  by  reason's  light,  when  faith  adores. 

4  To  lowly  men  her  wisdom  condescends  ; 
Where  truth  and   goodness   dwell,  she  finds  her 

friends ; 
Conceit  and  pride  she  never  bow'd  before  ; 
She  trusts  the  God  of  Isr'el  evermore  ! 

Savannah  ;  Pleyel :  H.  fy  H.     Hansen  :  Z 


132.     c.  m. 

Dedication. 
Maestoso. 

i  Arise,  O  God !  with  power  divine 
This  altar  consecrate  ! 
The  temple  which  our  vows  have  rear'd 
To  thee  we  dedicate. 

2  Endue  thy  priests  with  righteousness, 
Their  lips  with  heavenly  grace  ! 
Let  joy  resound,  and  sacred  song, 
In  this  thy  dwelling-place  ! 


PSALM   13*2.  16~> 

3  For  his  great  name,  in  whom  we  plead, 

Thy  servant  and  thy  son, 
Remove  not  hence  thy  presence,  Lord  ! 
Here  let  thy  will  be  done  ! 

4  This  hallow'd  rest  be  thy  abode, 

While  yet  the  ages  roll  ! 
.May  tidings  of  redeeming  love 
Here  gladden  every  soul  ! 

s  Fulfill  thy  word  !   Messiah's  crown 

With  brighter  beams  adorn  ! 

Till  earth  reflect  the  light,  beyond 

The  brightness  of  the  morn. 

Bradford  :  H.  <£-  H.     Kingston  :   G.  C.     Hosanna  :  Z. 


133.     c.  m. 

Brotherly  love. 
Espressivo. 

i  How  good,  how  joyful,  is  the  peace 
That  dwells  the  saints  among  ! 
That  virtue  still  with  virtue-  links, 
Her  pilgrimage  along  ! 

2  'T  is  fragrant  as  the  rich  perfumes 

On  royal  heads  outpour'd  ! 
As  when  of  old,  on  Isr'eFs  priest, 
The  holy  oil  was  shower'd. 

3  'T  is  soft  as  dew,  from  verdant  hills 

That  trickles  to  the  vale  ; 
And  swells  unseen  the  bubbling  brook, 
With  streams  that  never  fail  ! 

4  'Tis  like  the  bliss  of  heaven,  begun, 

In  concord  sweet,  below  ! 
There  friendship  shall  eternal  live, 

And  peace  like  rivers  flow. 
Eddinvton  :  B.  C.     CohasseC :  G.  C.     Canabich  . 


166  PSALM  133. 

VERSION  II.   T.  &I. 

Virtuous  friendship, 
esp.  Sacred  tie !  that  sweetly  binds 
The  sympathies  of  kindred  minds! 
Fragrant  as  the  vernal  bloom, 
Precious  as  the  choice  perfume, 
Which,  pour'd  profuse  on  Aaron's  head, 
In  Judah's  fane  its  odors  spread  ! 
Its  odors  richly  spread! 
2       Friendship,  charm  of  virtuous  man, 
Thy  blessings  how  shall  mortals  scan? 
Dew  descending  on  the  hills, 
Swelling  the  transparent  rills, 
From  Zion's  mount  that  gently  flow, 
Where  charities  celestial  grow ! 
Lo !  my  Shepherd;  piece;  Haydn:  H.  fy  H.  ed.  1829. 
The  words  in  Italic,  answer  to  the  line,  "  With  peace  di^ 
vinely  blest!  "  of  the  model. 

134.       C.    M.    D. 

Morning  and  evening  worship, 
doke  Come,  servants  of  Jehovah,  come, 
Your  morning  tribute  bring  ; 
Rehearse,  in  grateful  orisons, 
The  praises  of  your  King  ; 
And  nightly,  as  ye  fan  the  flame 

Of  pure  devotion's  fire, 
To  him  exalt  the  sacred  song, 
To  him  attune  the  lyre. 
2  Within  his  sanctu'ry  adore, 

And  lift  your  hearts  in  prayer  ; 
Though  infinite  his  presence  be, 

His  mercy  lingers  there : 
He  made  the  firmament  on  high, 
And  earth's  far  distant  ends  ; 
On  Zion,  his  belov'd  abode, 
In  blessings  he  descends ! 

Brattle-street :  if.  fy  H.     Morning  Hymn  :  Z. 


4 


PSALM    135.  U'u 

PART    I.        S.     If. 

I       teliness  of  praise, 

(>  praise  the  God  of  heaven. 
Ami  celebrate  his  Dam 

Till  warm  affection  lire  the  lie  an 
With  an  immortal  tlame ! 

i       To  praise  creation's  Lord, 
The  Deity  to  trace, 

Becomes  the  creatures  of  his  power, 
The  subjects  of  his  grace. 

Maestoso. 

3       Above  all  vanities, 
The  everlasting  God, 
Whate'er  he  wills,  in  heaven  and  earth, 
Obeys  no  fabled  nod. 

I       'T  is  will'd,  't  is  done,  't  is  fix'd, 
While  heaven  and  earth  shall  last  '. 
No  power  but  penitence  can  stav 
The  overwhelming  blast  1 

i       He  summons  forth  the  clouds  : 
In  torrents  they  descend  ; 
His  thunders  agitate  the  world, 
And  winds  their  fury  blend. 
ArtVttuoso. 
j       But  gentler  scenes  await 
The  people  of  his  choice  : 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  are  unknown. 
Unheard  the  tempest's  voice. 

I       Eternal  is  thy  name 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  revere  ! 
To  thee  shall  millions  yet  unborn 
The  bright  memorial  rear ! 

Olmutz  :  H.  $'  H.     Shepherd:    G    C     Isaiah:   Z. 


168  PSALM  134. 

PART    II.       T.    7. 

Senselessness  of  idolatry. 
Grave. 

i  Foolish  people  !  to  behold 
Deity  in  burnish'd  gold ! 
Dazzled  with  the  bright  array, 
Prostrate  in  the  dust  to  pray ! 

2  Senseless  mortals!  would  ye  make 
Boundless  mind  of  form  partake  1 
Creature  and  Creator  join  1 
Gods  from  earth  and  hell  purloin  ? 

3  Hapless  sinners  !   like  your  gods, 
Beaten  by  a  tyrant's  rods, 

Shall  ye  learn,  how  vain  the  hope, 
With  the  Holy  One  to  cope ! 

Emmons  :  G.  C.     Kospoth  :  Z. 


135.        DOXOLOGY.       T.  3.  &  7. 
Con  anima. 

1  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  ! 

Praise  him  in  the  choral  band  ! 
Praise  him  through  his  wide  creation, 
Tribes  and  tongues  of  every  land  ! 

2  Praise  him,  all  his  gifts  confessing, 

Priests  and  people  of  his  flock  ! 
Praise  him,  Zion,  now,  with  blessing ! 
Praise  him  thy  eternal  rock  1 

Love  divine :  L.  H.     Bavaria :  G.  C.     MehuL :  Z. 


PSALM    136.  160 


T.  7. 


Thanksgiving  for  blessings  spiritual  and  temporal. 

At'i-f 

i  Thanks  to  a  propitious  Lord, 
For  his  providence  and  word! 
Lord  of  lord-  !   supreme,  benign! 
God  of  gods  !   by  power  divine  ! 

2  Thanks  to  him  whose  skill  portray'd 
Earth,  in  varied  hill  and  glade  ; 
Stretch'd  o'er  all  the  glowing  sky, 
Bade  the  seas  beneath  it  lie. 

3  Thanks  to  him  whose  kindling  ray 
Fir'd  the  sun,  and  form'd  the  day  ; 

p.       Made  the  moon,  a  gentler  light, 
dim.    Tranquil  as  the  stilly  night. 

4  Thanks  to  him  whose  sweet  command 
Fertiliz'd  the  teeming  land  ; 

Roll'd  the  changeful  orbs,  that  bring 
Food  to  every  living  thing. 

5  Thanks  to  him  whose  pity  view'd 
Hapless  man  by  sin  subdu'd  ; 
Sent  redemption  from  on  high, 
Gave  his  church  the  victory  ! 

6  Thanks  to  her  conductor,  God, 
While  the  wilderness  she  trod  ! 
Not  oppression's  thorny  way 
Could  her  holy  purpose  stay  I 

7  Thanks  to  heaven's  eternal  Lord  ! 
Be  his  name  by  all  ador'd  ! 
Thanks  for  goodness  without  end, 
Mercies  which  to  all  extend  ! 

Norwich  .  M.    Frcscubaidi :  Z. 
15 


170  PSALM  137. 

A.    FIVE   LINES.     11    &   10. 

Zion  forsaken. 
Plaintive. 

i  Ye  waters,  once  Eden's  !   by  you  we  sat  down, 
And  Zion  rememb'ring,  our  beautiful  crown, 
By  patriarchs  founded,  by  providence  kept, 
By  sin  deeply  wounded  !  —  in  silence  we  wept  ! 
We  wept  o'er  her  sin  !   in  silence  we  wept  ! 

■2  Our  harps,  on  the  willows  suspended,  forlorn, 
Return'd  but  our  sighs,  with  the  breath  of  the  morn  ! 
At  eve,  when  the  stranger  commanded  our  lays, 
No  song  of  our  Zion,  alas  !   could  we  raise  : 
We  wept  o'er  her  sin  I    we  mourn' d  for  her  ways  ! 

3  Ah  !   woe  to  the  cruel  !   Destroy  !    he  exclaim'd  ; 
Destroy  this  fair  temple,  this  city  so  fam'd  ! 
Erase  it  for  ever  !   no  more  shall  it  stand, 

The  boast,  and  the  beauty,  of  Israel's  land  ! 
Woe  !   woe  to  the  proud  !  thy  doom  is  at  hand  ! 

4  O  Zion,  thy  beauty  I  ne'er  can  forget, 

Though  song  and  sweet  music  this  tongue  should 

neglect  ! 
Xo  joy  thy  remembrance  shall  ever  efface, 
Thy  sin,  and  thy  sorrow,  I  '11  ever  retrace  ; 
I  '11  weep  o'er  thy  sin  !  I  '11  supplicate  grace  ! 

Home  :  Bishop. 

Repeat  the  two  first  words  of  every  5th   line,  on  the  notes 

corresponding    with    home!     home!     of    the    model;    thus: 

C     home  !     )   {     home  !     )    -p..    • -,      .-.        ,  ..  Tt-  , 

\         „™*~4  \l\  *  i  ?    Divide  the  clause,  "  \\  e  wept- 

£  we  wept  !  )   \  we  wept  !  $  r 

o'er  her-sin  !  :;  or  :- Woe  !   woe-to    the-proud  !  ,J  among  the 

three  or  four  notes   next   following:    and  sing  the  entire  5th 

line  to  the  last  four  bars  and  a  part. 


PSALM   187.  171 

ION    II.       C.    If. 
The  exile. 
Plain  tire. 

i  Sever'd  by  rapine,  spoil'd  of  home, 
Subjected  to  a  ban  ; 

boundless  solitudes  I  roam, 
e  last  al  tan  ! 

i  Those  woods,  in  \.  rora  clad  ! 

Tlie  brake,  the  pois'nous  bower  : 
The  Btreamless  torrent  path  I  tread  ; 
And  waste  the  wear)  hour! 

3  No  solemn  strain  my  spirit  cheers, 

Nor  voice  of  holy  prayer  : 
My  songs  are  sighs,  my  vows  are  tears. 
My  solace  is,  despair  ! 

4  My  father's  soil,  my  father's  grave, 

I  never  more  shall  see  ! 
The  streams  that  my  lov'd  cottage  lave 
Are  lost  !   are  lost  to  me  ! 

5  My  heritage  can  I  forofet  ? 

Forget,  my  hand,  thy  skill  ! 
The  thought,  while  life  shall  linger  vet, 
This  harass'd  heart  shall  till  ! 

6  Be  silent,  grief!   there  is  a  home  ! 

And  exiles  may  return  ! 
Arise,  ascend  to  that  blest  dome, 
And  retribution  learn  ! 

Ferry:  minor:  II.  ^  II.      Chcrokccs i  Z. 


172  PSALM  138. 


Religion  fearlessly  avowed. 
Maestoso. 

i  To  thee,  my  God,  my  gracious  king, 
The  homage  of  a  heart  I  bring  ; 
In  halls  of  state,  before  the  throne, 
Thy  providence  and  power  I  '11  own. 

2  To  thee,  within  the  solemn  fane, 

My  voice  shall  pour  the  thankful  strain ; 
Thy  truth  and  love  my  praise  demand  ; 
Thy  words  fulfill' d  my  soul  expand. 

3  To  thee  I  call'd  ;  thou  heard'st  my  prayer ; 
I  breathe  anew,  new  vigor  share  ; 
Immur'd  in  deep  oblivion's  shade, 

Thy  benefits  the  deep  pervade. 

4  Though  high,  and  o'er  all  worlds  supreme, 
Thy  mercies  on  the  lowly  beam  ; 

The  haughty  shun  thy  fearful  sight, 
To  exile  doom'd,  and  darkest  night. 

5  When  toil,  and  care,  and  grief,  oppress, 
Celestial  hopes  my  spirit  bless  ; 
Should  enemies  exult  and  rage, 
Unequal  war  with  heaven  they  wage ! 

6  To  me,  a  poor,  expiring,  worm, 
My  God  will  every  hope  confirm  ! 
Benevolence  divine  shall  last, 

When  morn,  and  eve,  and  time,  are  past ! 

Luton :  H.  <^  H.     Costclloio  :   G.  C.     Missionary  Chant :  Z. 


PSALM  139.  178 

SIX  LINE     L.  M.       THREE  PAUSES. 

Omniscience  and  omnipresence  of  God. 

esp.  Omniscieni   Lord  I   from  thy  bright  beam 
Can  mortal  his  devices  screen  ! 

Hi-  daily  walk,  his  nightly  rest, 

What  passions  till  the  lab'ring  breast  ? 

Ah  !  long  before  the  purpose  wrought, 

Hast  thou  discern'd  the  unfashion'd  thought! 

2  My  path,  pursuits,  and  purpose,  lie, 
In  dread  display,  before  thine  eye  ! 
My  every  word,  with  power  unknown, 
From  earthly  lips  hath  reach'd  thy  throne  ! 
Thy  hand,  almighty  Maker,  bade 

My  spirit  rise,  in  iiesh  array'd. 

3  Ah  !  whither  then  shall  creature  flee, 
Nor  impress  find  of  Deity  I 

"Where  quit  his  presence  and  his  power  ! 
What  dungeon  seek,  or  lofty  tower  ? 
To  heaven  I  mount,  and  see  him  there  ! 
I  sink  to  hell ;  and,  lo  !   he  's  near  ! 

4  If,  borne  on  wings  of  light,  I  sweep 
The  utmost  limits  of  the  deep ; 

Thy  hand  shall  urge  the  rapid  course, 
Thy  right  hand  regulate  its  force  ! 
Should  pristine  darkness  veil  my  sight, 
Thy  presence  would  itself  be  light ! 

5  When  merg'd  in  nature's  depths  I  lay, 

Thy  spirit  mov'd  the  formless  clay  : 
Impell'd  to  energy  each  part, 
And  pour'd  life's  torrent  from  the  heart  ! 
Thy  counsels  in  creation  shine, 
Thy  mercies  round  my  heart  entwine  ! 
15* 


174  PSALM  139. 

6  O  mystery  sublime,  immense  ! 
That  mocks  the  feeble  grasp  of  sense  ! 
I  pause,  I  tremble,  I  adore  ! 
Nor  dare  the  infinite  explore ! 
Content  his  attributes  to  know, 
Whence  virtue's  consolations  flow. 

Zlon  :  Salisbury  :  H.  4"  H.     Handel s  Song :  Z. 


140.       L.  M. 

Care  of  heaven  for  the  just. 

Affettuoso. 

i  My  voice  shall  reach  the  heavens,  and  claim 
The  Godhead  by  a  father's  name  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  kindred  own, 
And  heed  the  sorrows  of  a  son. 

2  Enfeebled  by  a  thousand  ills, 
My  energies  renew' d  he  wills  ; 

I  trust  his  care  to  screen  my  head, 
When  battle  strews  its  gory  bed  ! 

3  Afflicted  virtue's  sure  defence, 
My  buckler  is  omnipotence  ; 
The  just  it  never  will  forsake, 
Nor  cov'nant  with  the  pious  break. 

4  Redeem'd,  their  tribute  they  repay, 
And  consecrate  the  festal  day  ; 
Thanksgiving  offer  with  delight, 

Till,  heavenward  borne,  they  take  their  flight. 

Hebron  :  H.  fy  H.     Boicen  :  G.  C.     Cathedral  Chant  :  Z. 


PSALM  141.  19S 


Present  salvation  sought. 

All"  •ttuo-o. 

i  Hasten,  Lord!   regard  my  cry  ! 
Bring  thy  great  salvation  nigh  ! 
Listen  to  a  suppliant  voice, 
Cause  thy  mourner  to  rejoice. 

2  Sweet  as  incense  be  mv  prayer, 
Mingling  with  the  empyreal  air  ! 
Dear  my  ofFring  to  thine  eves, 
As  the  evening  sacrifice  ! 

3  By  no  wickedness  defiTd, 
By  no  hypocrite  beguil'd, 

Let  me  from  the  ungodly  haste, 
Never  of  their  banquets  taste. 

4  Rather  let  the  righteous  smite, 
Their  reproofs  upon  me  light ; 
Not  with  trumpet  tongue  to  roll, 
But  as  balm  to  heal  the  soul. 

5  Yet  in  thee,  my  God  !  I  trusl  ! 
Pity  feeble,  sinful,  dust ! 

Cast  me  not  from  thy  blest  sight, 
Crown  me  in  eternal  liorht. 

Granbfj :  H.  £  H.     Jomelll :  Z. 


141.       DOXOLOGY.       SIX  LINE  8  &  7. 

Blessing,  honor,  power,  and  glory. 

To  the  everlasting  throne  ! 
Myriad  myriads  fall  before  thee, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  One  ! 
Praise  immortal,  for  thy  mercy, 

Beaming,  flowing,  through  thy  Son  ! 
EHcnthorpc ;  dox.  G.  C.     Great  Jehovah  ;  dox. 


17G  PSALM  142. 


Afflictions  deprecated.' 
Plaintive. 

1  To  God  I  utter'd  my  complaint, 

My  anguish  all  I  told  ; 
The  troubles,  like  a  stormy  sea, 
That  o'er  my  bosom  roll'd. 

2  Thou  knewest  my  distractions,  Lord  ! 

"When  toss'd  upon  that  wave ; 
On  every  side  I  sought  a  hand, 
But  none  was  there  to  save. 

3  No  haven  stretch'd  its  circling  arms, 

No  Toice  my  efforts  cheer'd  ; 
Where'er  I  turn'd  my  tortur'd  eye. 
Relentless  death  appeared. 

4  My  God  !   thou  only  art  my  hope  ! 
Exclaim'd  my  trembling  tongue; 
On  thee,  my  portion,  whilst  I  live, 
My  dying  spirit  hung. 

5  Again  the  howling  storm  is  heard, 
New  terrors  round  me  glare  ! 
O  save  me  from  the  dark  abyss, 
Oh  !  rescue  from  despair  ! 

Howard's  •  H.  S,   H.     Hope  :  Z. 


PSALM   14:5  IT 


Apprehension  of  Divine  judgments. 

Plaintive. 

i  'Gainst  man  should  heaven  indignant  turn, 
Should  wrath  against  the  sinner  hum  ; 
Before  thy  sight  what  soul  could  stand, 
What  flesh  endure,  O  God!   thy  hand  ? 

2  O  let  me  not  thy  judgments  know  ! 
Consign  me  not  to  sin  and  woe ! 
Revive  this  drooping  heart,  and  raise 
My  gloomy  thoughts  to  themes  of  praise. 

3  I  muse  on  all  thy  goodness  past  ; 
Thy  works,  so  exquisite  and  vast; 
To  thee  I  stretch  my  feeble  hands, 
For  thee  I  gasp,  as  thirsty  lands. 

4  Hide  not  the  vision  of  thy  face, 
The  pledges  of  thy  pard'ning  crrace  ! 
O  come  with  every  morning's  light, 
Return  with  each  returning  night  ! 

s  Teach,  Lord  !  thy  servant  to  obey  ; 
Direct  me  in  thy  righteous  way  : 
Whate'er  is  good  and  great  inspire, 
For  thou,  O  God  !   art  my  desire. 

6  Where  peace  and  righteousness  abide, 
To  that  blest  land  my  spirit  guide  : 
There  pants  my  eager  soul  to  be  ; 
By  mercy  sav'd,  to  dwell  with  thee  ! 

Life  prolong  d  :    G.  C.  p.  178.    Lijnn  :    M.     Choral  Song  :  Z. 


178  PSALM  144. 

L.    M. 

National  virtue  the  souice  of  national  prosperity. 

Maestoso. 

i  Jehovah  be  for  ever  blest, 
My  rock,  my  fortress,  and  my  rest ! 
In  war,  the  avenger  of  my  right, 
My  patron  in  the  doubtful  fight. 

2  He  builds  immovable  the  throne, 
Whose  monarchs  tyranny  disown  ; 
Exalts,  on  fame's  bright  roll,  the  state, 
Where  honors  upon  virtue  wait. 

3  To  vigor  form'd  and  fearless  truth, 
Its  sons  grow  up  a  gen'rous  youth ; 

Its  daughters,  deck'd  with  virtue,  shine, 
Like  carvings  of  the  hallow'd  shrine. 

4  There  swell  the  garner's  ample  stores, 
There  blithely  sound  the  bending  floors; 
With  lowing  herds  the  meadows  round, 
With  bleating  flocks  the  hills,  abound. 

5  Nor  haggard  want,  nor  pallid  care, 
Deform  the  scene  ;  nor  deep  despair  ; 
No  lamentation  in  the  street, 

No  cruel  bonds,  our  pity  meet. 

6  O  happy  people  !  bounteous  heaven 
To  you  the  joys  of  earth  hath  given  ; 
On  you  conferr'd  its  chief  regard, 
And  condescends  to  be  your  Lord. 

Sharon  :  H.  8f  H      Olympus  :    Z. 


PSALM   145.    l.  m.  \VJ 

Divine  beneficence  universal. 
Dolce. 

Fob  ever  shall  my  praise  arise, 
To  thee,  the  only  good  and  « 
My  thanks  for  ever  shall  ascend 
To  God.  my  everlasting  friend. 

DO  day  to  day  m\   tongue  shall  tell 
Of  g  ss  still  ineffable  ; 

The  grandeur  of  thy  works  I  *11  sing, 
Till  heaven  and  earth  responsive  ring-. 

3  Encircling  all  our  race,  thy  love 
Prepares  lor  man  a  bliss  above  ; 
No  mortal  is  beneath  thy  care, 
The  meanest  in  thy  mercy  share. 

4  Thou  op'nest  wide  thy  lib'ral  hand, 
And  blessings  shower  upon  the  land  : 
Thou  cheerest  every  heart  with  good, 
And  feedest  man  with  angel's  food  ! 

5  Creation  all  shows  forth  thy  praise. 
Thy  saints  the  choral  anthem  raise  : 
They  celebrate  thy  vast  domain, 
And  sing  the  glories  of  thy  reign. 

6  Thy  monarchy  is  boundless  space  : 
Where  aught  exists,  thy  power  we  trace  ; 
Thv  reign  eternally  endures. 

And  virtue's  starry  crown  secures. 
Costdloic's  Morning  Hymn       H.  <y  H.     Firmament :    Z. 


145.        DOXOLOGY.        T.   7. 

Praise,  O  men,  the  King  divine  ! 
Sovereign  goodness,  power  benign  ! 
Praise  him  while  the  ages  roll  ! 
Praise  the  Lord  !   my  grateful  soul ! 

Sicilian  :  Lincoln  :  H.  $•  H.     Frescobaldi : 


180  PSALM  146. 

SIX  LINE    L.    M.       TWO    PAUSES. 

Praise  commensurate  with  being. 
Maestoso. 

i  Praise,  O  my  soul,  the  eternal  King  1 
To  him  the  votive  tribute  bring, 

To  him  address  thy  noblest  lays  1 
While  yet  I  breathe  this  vital  air, 
While  being,  thought,  and  bliss,  I  share, 

My  God  shall  be  my  endless  praise. 

2  O  happy  they  whom  he  protects ! 
Whose  souls  to  virtue  heaven  erects, 

And  hope  beyond  this  lower  sky  ! 
Whose  faith,  reposing  on  the  Lord, 
Observant  of  his  works  and  word, 

Dares  not  on  princely  power  rely ! 

3  Their  God,  the  God  of  Isr'el  blest, 
From  bondage  lib'rates  the  opprest  ; 

He  feeds  the  hungry,  leads  the  blind  ; 
The  fatherless,  the  widow  'd  wife, 
The  captive  suing  for  his  life, 

In  him  support  and  pity  find. 

4  For  ever,  ever,  shall  he  reign  ! 
His  honors  never,  never,  wane, 

While  earthly  monarchs  perish  all  ! 
'T  is  thine,  O  Zion,  to  adore 
The  infinite,  eternal,  power  ; 

And  God,  thy  God,  thy  own,  to  call. 

Brooklyn  :  H.  8f  H.     Sunrise  :  Z. 


PSALM   147.  181 

PART    I.       C.    M. 

Happiness  of  the  church, 
-toso. 

i  Sublimbst  joy,  to  sing  the  praise 
Of  everlasting  love! 
Of  him  who  -miles  on  us  below, 
And  forms  our  heaven  above  1 

q  Estranged  from  happiness  and  hope, 
We  roanrd  the  maze  of  sin  ; 
His  mercy  follow'd  hard  our  steps, 
And  brought  us,  wand'rers,  in. 

3  He  lifts  the  lowly  from  the  dust, 

He  soothes  the  broken  heart  ; 
Presumptuous  wickedness  he  bids, 
Indignantly,  depart. 

4  Nor  strength  of  limb,  nor  fiery  steed, 

Can  Deity  delight  ; 
Devotion,  virtue's  holy  train, 
Are  pleasing  in  his  sight. 

5  O  Zion,  praise  the  mighty  God, 

Who  fortifies  thy  gates ; 
Who  points  thy  towers  to  happier  realms, 
Where  peace  thy  sons  awaits. 

Warwick  :  H.  If  H.     Obligation  .  Z. 


147.       DOXOLOGY.       L.    M. 

Glory  to  God  !   Earth,  temple,  ring  ! 
Blessing  let  all  creation  bring  ! 
Crown  him,  ye  saints,  immortal  choir  ! 
God  over  all !  creation's  sire  ! 

Praise  God!  H.  <y  H.     Praise  God!  anthem.   Z. 
Crown  him !    crown  him  !     God  over   all !    creation'6  sire  ! 
for  latter  clause  of  Z. 
16 


182  PSALM  147. 

TART    II.       L.    M. 

Thanksgiving  in  winter. 
Dolce. 

i  Sing  to  thy  God  !  and  let  the  lyre 
In  harmony  of  praise  conspire ! 
Sing  of  the  seasons'  sweet  return, 
Till  grateful  hearts  with  gladness  burn. 

2  When,  in  the  slowly  waning  year, 
The  zone  its  shadowy  signs  shall  rear, 
Still  be  thy  theme  of  love  divine, 

A  power  in  shade,  and  sun,  benign ! 

3  He  casteth  o'er  the  heavens  a  veil, 
His  treasury  of  storm  and  hail ! 
Who  can  his  wintry  frosts  withstand, 
That  renovate  a  wearied  land  ? 

4  The  raven  cries  for  lack  of  food, 
And  finds  it  from  a  pitying  God  ! 

Then  balmy  winds,  and  soft'ning  showers, 
Restore  fair  nature's  genial  hours. 

5  He  gives  thee  peace  ;  he  spreads  thy  board 
With  all  that  health  and  joy  afford  ; 
Summer  for  thee,  and  autumn,  bring 

The  promis'd  fruits  of  flowery  spring. 

6  Doth  winter  then  resume  its  reign, 

And  clothe  in  white  the  slumb'ring  plain  ? 
Like  frozen  fleeces  scatter  snow  ? 
His  mercy  fans,  for  thee,  a  glow  ! 

7  Thy  children,  and  thy  chief  delight, 
He  blesseth  to  thy  ravish'd  sight ! 
Secures  thy  bliss  ;  bestows  his  word  ! 
Oh !  pleasant  Jt  is  to  praise  the  Lord  ! 

South  Street;  peculiar  :  H.  fy  H.     LovetVs  :  Boston  :  Z. 


PSALM   147. 


1S3 


VERSION'    II. 


T.  9    &  ' 


Thanksgiving  for  tlie  seasons. 

Praise,  ye  mortals,  your  creator ! 

Sing  with  me  his  lovely  name  ! 
Pleasure  there  can  none  he  greater  ; 

Sing,  with  a  celestial  flame, 


Halleluiah! 


2  Salem's  holy  towers  he  buildeth, 

Guides  her  weary  wantTrers  home  ; 
Night  with  glitt'riqg  stars  he  gildcth, 

Bids  the  showers  and  seasons  come.    Halleluiah  ! 

3  Softly  springing  on  the  mountain, 

See  the  tender  grass  appear  ; 
Bursting  from  its  bonds,  the  fountain 

Sparkles  with  the  bright'ning  year.    Halleluiah  ! 

4  Bring  the  rapturous  thanksgiving  ! 

Plenty  yours,  and  smiling  peace  ; 
Yours  the  grant  of  all  things  living, 

Flocks  and  fruits  for  you  increase.     Halleluiah  ! 

5  Summer  yields  its  decorations, 

Flowers  and  fragrancies  so  sweet ; 
Autumn  fills  your  habitation-, 

Feeds  you  with  the  finest  wheat.        Halleluiah  ! 

6  What,  if  wintry  winds  be  howling, 

Whitening  all  the  land  with  snow  ? 
What,  if  savage  beasts  be  prowling  ? 

You  enjoy  the  cheerful  glow.  Halleluiah  ! 

7  'T  is  Divinity  commandeth  :  — 

Winter's  ragged  storms  arise  ! 
Nature,  at  his  breath,  expandeth  ; 
Soften'd  winter  melts,  and  dies  ! 


Halleluiah 


Sterkel  i  Z.  Shimmin  :  Z.    without  the  halleluiah. 


184  PSALM  148. 

H.    M. 
Praise  from  all  creation. 
macs.  O  praise  the  Lord  supreme, 
Ye  thrones  and  seats  on  high  ! 
Ye  hosts  angelic,  tell 
His  peerless  majesty  ! 
Resound,  O  heaven  of  heavens,  with  praise, 
While  lower  skies  their  plaudits  raise  ! 

2  Thou  blazing  lamp  of  day, 
And  moon  serenely  bright ; 
Ye  stars,  whose  fires  illume 
The  glitt'ring  vault  of  night ; 

The  solid  earth,  the  yielding  air, 
Where'er  ye  roll,  his  glory  bear  ! 

3  Commanded,  ye  exist, 
And  stand  by  his  decree ; 

pp.      Or  trace  your  varied  paths 
In  sweetest  harmony ! 
Your  perfect  praise  immortals  hear  ; 
5T  is  music  of  the  heavenly  sphere  ! 

mv.     Lay  low  the  diadem, 

Ye  mighty  potentates  ; 

Your  blazon'd  banners  furl, 

Ye  proud  imperial  states  ! 
Let  every  power,  let  every  prince, 
Their  loyalty  to  heaven  evince  ! 

5      For  all  the  earth-born  race 
That  delve,  or  stalk,  or  climb  ; 
That  cut  the  foaming  seas, 
Or  mount  on  wing  sublime  ; 
Shall  man,  the  priest  of  nature  ma^e, 
Thanksgiving  pay,  in  nature's  stead. 


PSALM  US.  1S5 

aff.     The  church,  his  tend'rest  care, 
Shall  magnify  her  King: 
From  age  to  age  enlarged, 
Fresh  honors  to  him  bring  ; 
Whose  excellence  no  tongue  can  teach, 
Conception  vast  can  never  reach  ! 

Weymouth  :  //.  tf  H.    Mount  Sinai :   Z. 

148.       VERSION   II.        T.    S    &  7.    D. 
Praise  from  all  creation, 
maes.  Praise  the  Lord,  ye  realms  ethereal, 
Regions  ever  fair  and  bright  ! 
Praise  him  in  your  orbs  empyreal, 

Stars  irradiate  with  light  ! 
Spirits  who  reflect  his  glory, 
Sing  the  everlasting  Lord  ! 
Sun  and  moon,  rehearse  the  story, 
Of  creation  by  his  word  ! 

2  Winds  that  issue  from  his  treasure, 

Waft  his  name  on  every  breeze  ! 
Tempests  that  fulfill  his  pleasure, 

Bear  his  mandate  o'er  the  seas  ! 
Rise,  ye  mountains,  to  his  honor, 

As  ye  decorate  the  earth  ! 
Groves  and  meads  that  smile  upon  her, 

Still  announce  your  heavenly  birth  ! 

3  Ye  who  wield  the  fate  of  nations, 

Princes,  rulers,  praise  your  God  ! 
Peoples,  let  your  acclamations 
Rise  to  his  sublime  abode  ! 
His  the  name  that  all  excelleth, 

Every  name  to  creature  given  ; 
His  the  glory  far  that  dwelleth, 
Far  above  the  earth  and  heaven  ! 

German  Hymn  :    B.  C.     Bingham  i     G.  C. 
Mehul :    Z.  with  the  halleluiah  at  the  conclusion  of  every 
double  stanza. 

16* 


186  PSALM  149. 

A.       5&6. 

The  church  victorious  and  triumphant. 

Maestoso. 

i  O  praise  ye  the  Lord, 

Who  bow  at  his  shrine  ; 

Rehearse  to  his  praise, 

The  anthem  divine  ! 
Assemble,  ye  myriads, 

His  altars  around  ; 
Come,  raise  to  Jehovah 

A  rapturous  sound  ! 

2  With  music  and  song 
His  greatness  exalt ; 
Rend,  Israel,  rend 
The  empyreal  vault ! 

To  God  the  creator 
Let  gratitude  spring  ; 

Rejoice,  sons  of  Zion, 
The  Lord  is  your  King  ! 

Duet. 

3  How  blest  are  the  saints, 
His  choice  and  delight ! 
With  virtue  adorn'd, 
How  lovely  the  sight ! 

ail      In  hope  shall  they  triumph 
Of  glory  on  high  ; 
Their  voices  now  mingling 
With  songs  of  the  sky. 

4      When  cruelty  foams, 
When  tyrants  assail, 
To  quench  their  fierce  rage 
His  church  shall  prevail ; 


PSALM  149.  187 


Enlinht'ning  the  nations, 
Proclaiming  his  word, 

Ye  righteous,  thus  honor'd, 
Give  praise  to  the  Lord  ! 


Lyons  :  H.  <y  H.     Kuhlau  :   Z. 


150.     c.  m. 

Praise  universal  and  perpetual. 
Maestoso. 

i  Praise  thy  Creator,  starry  scroll  ! 
His  name  in  glory  trace  ! 
crea.    Loud  let  the  chorus  heavenward  roll, 
dec.         From  Z ion's  holy  place  ! 

2  Praise  him  for  everlasting  love, 

Ye  saints  redeemed  from  woe  ! 
Praise  him,  ye  spirits  blest  above, 
Where  pleasures  ever  flow  ! 

3  Praise  him  with  trumpet,  harp,  and  song  ; 
pp.         With  viol's  sweetest  sound  ! 

f.        Peal,  organ,  peal  his  praise  along, 
ff-  And  shake  the  enchanted  ground  ! 

4  O  praise  him,  all  of  human  voice, 

With  every  joyous  breath  ! 
Praise  him,  till  heaven  exalt  your  joys, 
In  triumph  over  death  ! 

Pembroke:  B.  C.  al.  1836.     Bray :    G.  C.  Aybler :  Z.  p.  99. 


In  the  following  version  of  this  psalm,  the  design  has 
been  to  imitate,  or  appropriately  to  express,  the  various 
sounds  mentioned  in  it  ;  and  thereby  to  call  forth  all  the 
powers  of  choir,  organ,  and  band. 

16* 


188 


PSALM  150. 


all. 

cres. 


VERSION    II.       T.    7. 

Halleluiah ! 
Maestoso.     Semichorus  ;  p. 

i  Halleluiah  !   holy  strain, 
Waft  thee  through  the  solemn  fane  ! 
Halleluiah  !  to  the  skies 
Let  it  echo,  let  it  rise  ! 


s.  c. 

sop. 


S.  C. 


all. 


2  Halleluiah  !  mighty  Lord  ! 
Song  thy  glories  shall  record  ! 

)  Halleluiah  to  thy  love  ! 

/  Brightest  of  the  powers  above  ! 

Chorus.     Trumpet. 

3  Halleluiah  !  clarion,  ring  ! 
Sound  through  earth,  the  Lord  is  king  ! 

)  Halleluiah  !  on  the  lyre, 
viols.    )  Praise  him  with  seraphic  lire  ! 

Soli.    Flute. 

4  Halleluiah  !  warble  flute  ! 
Vibrate,  harp  and  dulcet  lute  ! 
Halleluiah  !  cymbals,  clang  ! 
Loud  as  when  creation  rang  ! 

Soli  ;  pp.     Organ  ;  pp. 

.*>  Halleluiah  !  still  prolong, 
Breath  of  harmony,  the  song  !  Organ  symphony. 
Halleluiah  !  on  the  swell, 
Mercies  of  Jehovah  tell  ! 

Semichorus  ;  tenor  and  base.     Full  organ. 

6  Halleluiah  !   thund'ring  roll 
From  the  deep-ton'd,  manly,  soul ! 

5  Halleluiah  !  virgin  band, 
Soft  respond  the  sweet  command  ! 

Chorus  ;  cres. 

7  Halleluiah  !  all  who  live, 
Praise  to  your  Creator  give  ! 
Halleluiah  !  rapt'rous  lay  ! 
Bear  me  to  celestial  day  ! 

Homilius:  Z.  repeating  the  four  last  strains  for  the  7th  stanza. 
END  OF  THE  PSALMS. 


s.  c. 

sop* 


dim. 


SACRED  ODES. 


ODE   I.       C.    M. 

Te  Deum  laudamus  ! 
Maestoso. 

i  We  praise,  we  worship  thee,  O  God  ! 
Hail,  sovereign  Lord  of  all  ! 
Before  thy  everlasting  throne, 
Shall  prince  and  people  fall. 

f.     2  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud, 

And  powers  of  loftiest  name  ; 
Through  heaven's  unmeasur'd  orb  resounds 
The  rapturous  acclaim ! 

p.    3  Thee,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
The  seraph  sweetly  sings ; 
And  ceaseless  strikes  his  golden  harp 
To  high,  celestial,  things  :  — 

4  Where  spreads  the  glitt'ring  arch  of  heaven, 

Thy  majesty  is  seen  ! 
Where  earth  in  living  beauty  shines, 
Thy  milder  glories  beam  ! 

5  Prophetic  bards  resume  the  lyre, 

To  Isr'el's  ancient  Lord  ; 
Apostles  emulate  their  fire, 
And  swell  the  sacred  chord. 

p.    6  Confessors,  mighty  for  the  truth, 

A  Saviour's  triumph  boast ! 
f.        With  halleluiahs  shout  thy  praise  — 

The  martyr's  glorious  host  ! 
Halleluiah  !  for  the  Lord  God  Omnipotent  reigneth  !  Handel. 

London  :  B.  C.     Parma  :    H.  4"  H.     Redemption  :    Z. 

The  halleluiah  on  particular  occasions  only. 


190  SACRED  ODES. 

ODE  2.       L.    M. 
Veni,  Creator  Spiritus ! 

Maestoso. 

i  Descend,  celestial  spirit !  flame, 
That  circles  the  eternal  name ! 
Diffuse  thy  beams,  thy  gifts  impart ! 
Shine,  source  of  light,  on  every  heart ! 

2  Descend,  creative  power  !   and  bless 

Thy  new-born  church  with  righteousness  ! 
Spread,  spread  thy  wings,  almighty  love, 
And  bear  our  ravish'd  souls  above  ! 

3  Cheer,  sacred  comforter,  the  breast 
That  sighs  for  everlasting  rest ! 
Peace,  heavenly  peace,  inspire  within  ; 
Dethrone,  despoil,  the  monster,  sin  ! 

4  Bright  influence  of  the  Deity, 
From  guilt  and  error  set  us  free  ! 
Conduct  thy  weary  pilgrims  home  ! 
Come,  holy  inspiration,  come  ! 

Quito  :  H.  $>  H.     Alton  :  G.  C.     Baptist :    Z. 


ODE  3.       T.  7, 

The  christian's  dying  aspiration.     Ps.  xxxi.  5.     1  Pet.  i.  2. 

Father  !  to  thy  arms  I  flee  ! 
Call  my  spirit,  Lord  !  to  thee  ! 
Purified  in  mercy's  flood  ! 
Sprinkled  with  a  Saviour's  blood  ! 

Angels  ever  bright.  Handel;  piece:  B.C. 


SACRED  ODES.  191 

ODE  4.       A.  &  C.       9,   10,  &  4. 

Commemoration  of  the  righteous  dead.     Wisdom,  iii. 
Plaintive. 

1  Tiior  hast  fled,  righteous  spirit,  our  world  ! 
And  the  sons  of  the  morning  receive  thee  ! 

Where  the  banners  of  bliss  are  unfurl'd, 
Where  sorrow  shall  never  more  grieve  thee, 
Lull'd  every  storm  ! 

2  How  we  mounrd,  when  we  saw  thee  expire  ; 
From  our  tenderness  torn,  and  from  pleasure  ! 

Ah  !   we  saw  not  the  chariots  of  fire, 
That  bare  thee  to  joys  without  measure, 

Laid  up  in  heaven  ! 

3  5T  was  not  death,  5t  was  its  semblance  and  shade, 
That  eclips'd,  for  a  moment,  thy  vision  ! 

In  the  grave  but  thy  garments  we  laid, 
Fulfilling  the  solemn  decision, 

Dust  unto  dust ! 

4  May  the  clods  of  the  valley  repose 
On  thy  mortal  habiliments  lightly  ! 

And  the  verdure,  as  sweet  as  the  rose, 
With  flowrets  of  spring  sparkling  brightly, 

Bloom  o'er  thy  rest  ! 

6       For  awhile  though  enduring  the  rod, 
Yet  with  mercy  eternal  regarded  ; 

Now  at  peace,  in  the  bosom  of  God, 
A  crown  hath  thy  virtue  rewarded, 

Bright  as  the  stars  ! 

6      Be  thy  crown,  and  thy  faithfulness,  mine  ! 
Thy  remembrance,  blest  saint,  will  I  nourish! 

Till  united,  in  glory  to  shine, 
In  friendship  immortal  to  flourish, 

Spirit,  adieu  ! 

Far  at  sea  !  Florio. 


192  SACRED  ODES. 

ODE  5.       T.   &  I.       7  &.  8.  D. 

Wisdom  everlasting.     Prov.  iii. 
Maestoso. 

i      Wisdom  !  lovely,  pare,  refin'd  ! 

Friend  and  guide  of  human  kind  ! 

Light  of  the  immortal  mind  ! 
Thyself,  O  fair,  to  me  impart ! 

Who  thy  portals  wait  before, 

Who  thy  mysteries  explore, 

Taught  betimes  in  heavenly  lore, 
Will  consecrate  to  thee  the  heart ! 

3  Ere  the  stream  of  time  began, 
Wand'ring  stars  their  courses  ran, 
Meted  by  their  Maker's  span, 

With  Deity  wast  thou  enthroned  ! 
When  no  chasm  yawn'd  below, 
When  no  fount  was  seen  to  flow, 
When  no  fires  diffus'd  their  glow, 

Delight  of  the  eternal  own'd ! 

s      Long  before  the  mountains  stood, 
Or  the  hills  were  cloth'd  with  wood, 
Or  the  valleys  smil'd  with  good, 

To  decorate  the  teeming  earth  ; 
Yet  the  firmament  unspread, 
Nature  yet  in  silence  dead, 
Yet  unrear'd  the  alpine  head, 

Thy  splendors  shone,  and  peerless  worth ! 

4  When  Jehovah  veiFd  the  skies, 
Bade  the  fleecy  vapors  rise, 
Winds  to  breathe  their  balmy  sighs, 

And  stormy  chaos  lull  to  rest ; 
ChannelFd  out  the  mighty  deep, 
Taught  the  oozy  ground  to  weep, 
Sea  and  shore  what  bounds  to  keep, 

Thy  counsel  stood,  approv'd  and  blest ! 


SACRED  ODES.  193 

5  Thou  wast  ever  his  delight, 
Ruling  his  resistless  might, 
Joj  m_r  at  creation's  sig 

When  orb  on  or!)  responsive  rang  ! 

But  when  Godhead  crown 'd  the  whole, 
Forming  man  a  living  soul, 
Wisdom's  praise  then  shook  the  pole, 

And  harmony  its  chor: 

it  ;  or.  When  through  life. 

ODE   6.     A,  II. 

Song  of  the  shepherds  at  the  nativity.     Luke,  ii. 
Dolce. 

1  Come,  faithful  expectants  of  Shiloh,  your  Kinz  I 
Let  Bethlehem's  walls  with  hosannas  now  ring  ! 
Lo  !   Zion's  redeemer  descends  from  on  high  ! 
O  come,  happy  shepherds  !   salvation  is  nigh  ! 

2  To  Judah's  falFn  sceptre,  Messiah  is  born  ! 
The  lowly  are  rais'd,  the  haughty  shall  mourn  ! 
Fulfill'd  by  Jehovah  is  David's  own  word  ! 
Come  quicklv,   O  shepherds  !     see  Christ,  David's 

Lord! 

3  No  pomp  to  debar  us,  no  guards  to  affright ; 
A  manger  contains  all  creat  ight  ! 
In  robes  not  of  purple  ;  in  radiance  divine, 
He  comes  to  redeem  us  !   fulfill'd  is  the  time  ! 

4  His  advent  auspicious,  bright  angels  proclaim, 
And   earth    still  resounds  with  the  Savior's  sweet 

name  ! 
The  vision  of  glory  still  dazzles  our  eyes  ! 
Rehearse,  favord  shepherds,  the  song  of  the  skies  ! 

5  To  God  in  the  highest  be  glorv  supreme  ! 

On  earth  shall  sweet  peace  and  benevolence  beam  ! 
Goodwill  1  —  with  what  rapture  the  harmonv  ran  ! 
Goodwill  from  his  Maker  !  goodwill  to  lost  man  ! 
Portuguese  Hymn  :  H.  Se  If.      Galilee  :  Z. 
17 


194  SACRED  ODES. 

ODE  7.     C.  M. 

Annunciation  of  the  gospel.     Isaiah,  lii. 

Con  anima. 

i  Ziox,  awake  !  gird  on  thy  strength  ! 
Thy  glitt'ring  robes  assume  ! 
Past  is  the  night !  the  shades  are  gone  ! 
The  spells  of  pagan  gloom  ! 

2  Tidings  of  joy  to  all  mankind 

The  song  of  heaven  proclaims  : 
Mountain  to  valley  spreads  the  sound !  — 
Thy  King,  O  Zion,  reigns  ! 

Semichorus,  soprano. 

3  How  beautiful  the  willing  feet, 

What  grace  those  lips  unseal, 
Which  mercy  bring  !  and  smiling  peace, 
And  heavenly  hope,  reveal ! 

Chorus. 

4  Fetters  and  dust  no  more  become 

The  fav'rite  of  the  skies  ! 
Captive  no  more  in  error's  toils, 
To  liberty  arise  ! 

5  Hark  !  on  the  temple's  sacred  height 

Thy  watchmen  join  their  voice  ! 
Salvation  breathes  on  every  tongue, 
And  sweetly  blend  their  joys  ! 

g  Earth,  o'er  its  wastes  and  wilderness, 
Shall  hail  the  auspicious  day  ! 
Brightly  the  opening  vision  glows  ! 
Redemption  speeds  its  wray  ! 

Cambridge ;  piece  :  L.  H.     Methfessel :  Z.     neglecting  the 
notices  above. 


SACRED  ODES.  195 

ODE  6.        A.   11,   It,    5c   5.        NINE   LINES. 

Rest  in  heaven  !     Job,  iii.     1  Cor.  xv. 

Plaintive. 

i  O  grave  !   in  thy  shadows  I  d  seek  my  repose, 
With  thee  hide  for  ever  my  heart-rending  woes  ! 
Thy  stillness  should  soothe  every  sorrow  to  sleep, 
And  seal  up  these  eyelids  that  open  to  weep  ! 
Ah  !  there  shall  the  wicked  no  longer  bear  rule, 
And  war  never  more  be  the  sport  of  the  fool  ! 
For  the  tyrant  is  there  but  a  pris'ner  oppress'd ; 

pp.  While  his   victim  may  sigh,  as  he   smites  on  his 
breast, 

dim.  Death  !   thou  art  my  rest ! 

2  This  blaze  of  broad  day  !    what  a  grief  to  behold  ! 
For  darkness  I  pant,  as  for  treasures  untold  ! 

I  linger,  a  captive  to  sickness  and  pain  ! 

I  wander,  distracted  and  doom'd  as  a  Cain! 

Joy,  joy  hath  departed  !   my  hope  is  the  tomb  ! 

Unfold,  ye  drear  portals  !   I  welcome  your  gloom  ! 

Yet  nnmingled  with  terrors,  would  nature  request ; 
pp.  And  a  whisper,  as  soft  as  the  songs  of  the  blest, 
dim.  Come  !  come  to  thv  rest  ! 

Affettuoso. 

3  Their  song  now  salutes  me  !  I  hear  it !   thev  sav, 
From  darkness,  from  silence,  come,  spirit,  away  ! 
Thy  refuge  be  one  that  is  able  to  save  ! 
Himself  who  burst  open  the  gates  of  the  grave  ! 
Where,  death,  is  thy  triumph  ?  Jt  is  over  the  vile  ! 
Thy  dungeons  shall  never  the  righteous  defile  ! 
Thy  spoils  are  corruption  !   thy  trophy  is  sin  ! 
But  spoil'd  is  the  victor  !  Where,  terrible  king  ! 

Death  !  where  is  thy  stino*  ? 

Rest,  icarrior !  Kelly. 


190  SACRED  ODES. 

ODE  9.       T.   3  LINE  Ss. 

Judgment. 
Maestoso. 

i  Day  of  wrath!   that  day  of  wonders, 
Born  amid  ten  thousand  thunders, 
Heaven,  and  earth,  and  ocean,  sunders! 

Trumpet  crescendo. 

9  Louder  still  the  trumpet's  clangor  ! 
Warning  of  celestial  anger  ! 
Rousing  death  itself  from  languor  ! 

Divoto. 

3  Now  the  judge  on  clouds  is  seated  ! 
Secrecy  is  now  defeated  ! 

Piety  with  plaudits  greeted  ! 

4  See  display'd  the  awful  record  ! 
Countless  mercies  shown  to  thee  ward  ! 
Crimes  unnumber'd  of  the  froward  ! 

5  Haughty  sinner  !  where  betake  thee  ? 
Mercy,  conscience,  both  forsake  thee  ! 
Justice  must  its  victim  make  thee  ! 

6  Where,  my  soul,  shall  be  thy  station  ? 
Fear  the  sinner's  condemnation  ! 
Lavish  not  thy  short  probation  ! 

t  Xow  prepare  thee  !  never  waver  ! 
Then  shalt  thou  obtain  the  favor, 
In  the  judge  to  see  thy  Saviour  ! 

s  Oh  !  to  hear  him  then  addressing 
Once  who  were  his  cause  confessing  ! — 

This  be  my  eternal  blessing  ! 

Written  on  the  model  of  the  Latin  hymn. 
Dies  irct !  dies  i'la  ! 


